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Yoke the Joker!!!!
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*laughter*
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Intro: Treach
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There are too many overnight MC's but one
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And too many wacked who haven't paid dues
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You have now entered the path of the Flavor Unit
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and we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
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Verse 1: Treach
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I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
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Take that ass to the point you have to ask for your ass back
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A fuckin joker smoker, taunted by no one
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If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
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Smack the any-and-all talk, jokers I can't hawk
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And all that shit I hear about me losin is small talk
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I ain't a punk, I'll slot'cha, furthermore I don't scare chief
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The reason I called you 'pussy' cos you are what you eat, each
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look is a little closer to the centre of a blowpipe
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Don't speak when I am talkin, this is my fuckin sho-op
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How dare you even try me? Don't you know you be funky, while
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you're smilin backstage doin mother, ugh, doggystyle
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Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave
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*laughter* Check out this style that I've
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soul-simulated, sounds from a stocky
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semi-social, never seem sloppy
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See silly slappin suckers, sorry saps and slouchers
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Straps slammin stouch, mackin this mass is savvy
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We see so-so-songs and some shots, so
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snaps steppin separate, start slowly, go solo
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Set the cassette stereo, sounds diffin
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Stood the Sagittarian, some marriage is a system
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Smoke the joker, three times over
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and owe her, go with the flow
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or I'm about to yoke a joker
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Verse 2: Treach
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All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru
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Smile and give your face somethin the fuck to do
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You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly-wrinkled faced bastard
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Someone needs to hit and run ya to run ya ass over backwards
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Let's giddy up, yep yep, another fuck up
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Grab your microphone, battle time shown up
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Any freestyle I see while I prowl
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I dial a new style, tell me about ooh-chow
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Another victory, it's mystery
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I smoke your skull, your brain'll come blistery
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All fuzzy, dirty, dizzy, does he
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get the things he needs? Remember how blistery?
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You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap
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You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me
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slicin your life away, just like I might today
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I eat you the psycho way, I'm rippin shit right away......
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I treat ya like a bitch in a ditch off of angel dust
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Take you to a ????, sure you can fly, just jump slut
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You think you might say a rhyme, then someone might order like
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You couldn't wet shit up in a motherfuckin water fight
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All luck y'all, look at the props y'all
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So proud I'm sure, suck my encore's
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Swingin a bolo, your flow goes solo
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I'll smoke ya
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It's time to yoke the joker
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Verse 3: Treach
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The only way you would be gettin dis jump like a girlie
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is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early
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You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop
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If I see ya disagreein, you'll be gettin your shit dropped
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It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with
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You'll get the jimmy MC, you're swift to kick the bucket
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I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
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Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high
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Never would you ever get the thriller, say y'all sweat
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"Y'know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"
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Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day
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Takin competition's what I do in the worst way
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Quick to do a hit, for you most likely I spoiled ya
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I bored and ignored ya, then boringly floored ya
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The proof is in the footin, my collar ain't wooden
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It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children
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Physically, facially, racially made to be
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crazily paid or G, what a fuckin way to be
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Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan
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This smack that then attract the new game plan
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Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test
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Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step
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That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live
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That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give
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Makin other brothers wanna go home and write shit
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Bite what I might get, then up and say "I quit"
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Me here, got, oh what a beautiful dawg
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