Hip-Hop Syndrome
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STEVE>Yo yoyo check, 21st century rap enough of that °¡¿ä crap you know what I'm sayin
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comin out str..... lyricist UPT, PT and Bobby killin wacked MC's like 1, 2, 3! TIGER J.K>Lyricals
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I bust are deeper than olympic divers better yet than ocean bottoms next to the skelotons
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of pirates, in the game of life it's all about who bust the tightest, if you ni.... try to bite this
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then get your head cought up in the vice grips. Tiger be that immigrant, not civilian just
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millitant to over throw the igorant to Redefine position within Hip-Hop and its citizens, my
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men and all my women and lyrical ad....... tell me if you feeling it! BOBBY>What I'm thinking
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abouts a practical notion cause the dominant hits me but i shake, then i'm still in motion, Now
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hocus pocus I beg please now do focus. Unlimited stars got me potent, like speedy bullet shen
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he was chosen. I float way above the sky the blury star sometimes you don't way too far like
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the unknown oohs and ahs. Cause you don't know untill I hit ya, you be like I didn't see it
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coming like the bee when it bit ya tell me whos wit ya. STEVE>I flippin out my rhymes like
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dislexcit poet, kickin poetry me. equllvalent to 360 thousand infantry MC. I be all up in your
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fantasy. dismentle your mental lyrical wit my physco bangle eating up MC's up like ventle.
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stacking and packin and breakin down ni.... wit my s.. 44 oh 50 steppin into the vicinity of the
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UPT directly mental f....... DJ.SHINE>Who the be baddest on the map that raps that be the
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fattest see homicidal tendency making MC's just a status statistic, chelring y farenzic bacistic
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murdering bumbaclots blowing spots upon your brain maintain your poise. Or get murdered like
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the rest return of the B-boys bringin t
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he noise so I empcoy my lyrical style to get you all
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bumbaded with the vocabs ill enuff to bust ya knee cap "Duh" gettin ya mad retarded "nah nah".
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IIMC, STEVE>Yo! lets take a time out so I can bust my out you know what I'm talking about
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three strikes you out no doubt IIMC true MC, Group done even try to test me thats my
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identity famous rushing down this ice special set you up like a child kill a style. When u see me
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roar my inedible r.... seaking through the floor when you want some more? you bette front
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door starting of this rap war. ÀÎâ>Ź, Ź, Ź ¶Ù¾î ³× µÚ¸¦ Àâ¾Æ ²¿¸®¿¡ ºÒÀ» ºÙ¿© ¹ö¾î¸±Áöµµ
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specia
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l ooh and a little smell of that sidonide gas but could it be the task be the last
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amessage for the passage to the past what IIMC with Kim bobby. UPT and DT coming out.
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dammagin anthing near here commin to ur nearest theater with the illiest ride. You will really
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have this year buzzin from beer my dear we keep this for real. CARLOS>As I attack wit'a
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abstract vertical rap ya ni.... step back as I react comin' on tack put it on wax harder than
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de.. impact ni... what but never the less everybody wanna mess and flex wit' this (1/2) K-Mex
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from the west wit drunken Tigers on my side. bustin' lyrical rhymes divine, spi into ya spine
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take control ya mind as you smoke on the kind, wit' the Uptown Family causing trageties,
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fatauties, ki....' wacked MC's like 1, 2, 3 taking it to the next stage, for the new age can't run
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away, can't run away can't hide me and you do or die.
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Hip-Hop Syndrome
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