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[Akil]
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Yo, my metaphor, my musical madness
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Move and motivate those with musical talents, uhh
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Read it in bold print, we holdin it down
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Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town
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Uhh, master blaster sound
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Freak the future far from here and now
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With style, release increase the peace, uhh
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Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin the heat in the streets
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Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun
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On one, listen to the warrior's drum
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Beatin up the block with the ghetto hop that knock
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and make you wanna crash the spot
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And unlock explode (BOOM) the alpha and omega code
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With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold
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And foretold to scores of six years ago
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Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe
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Supasyllable, major to the minimal
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Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo
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Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in
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The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin
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[Zaakir]
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Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue
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In star poetic inserts and yes y'all s
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My speech is like holding two glocks apiece
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The outreach that rock police
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The super adventure men portend to put somethin in bitches
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Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer
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And I came to get it (HIT IT)
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Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush
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Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol
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I planted my gold, and low and behold
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It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock
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Don't stop Hobbes, I known like the lumberjack chop chop
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The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive
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Curse my circus, serve this surface
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And watch how the brother fet over
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The fly Cassanova with the frankencense odor
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[Percy P]
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Bear witness
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To where riches'll make career bitches share pictures
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When the ears get this ya brainses software'll glitches
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Splatter your brains
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Leave scattered remains of matter and stains
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That'll explain how you was battled and slain
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I get rude and go, to your show and use a row
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of fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow
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A pro mean like Joe Greene when I blow theme
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Put your whole team on pause like cold cream
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Then show laughter when I flow faster, your hoe haveta
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go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya
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I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal
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When the dust settles we left in the rubble the crushed metal
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Nurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit purses
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Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me
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Like Osama, odoma', I'ma cause trauma
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And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects
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On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts
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On streets of L.A. I'm a whole E-set
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On tracks with Jurassic I be the T-Rex
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Still that Gucci dressin, still that coochie pressin
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My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em
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I don't use discretion; cop tends to be stressin
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Fuck explainin it, who's he testin?
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Finsta perform all physical forms
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Leave your ass shakin like a Mystikal song
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Please Dumb, what type of shit was you on?
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Cause man to compress a nigga mean One less a nigga (uh-huh)
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All I want is my niggaz all recruitin a slimmy
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All I want is my liver all polluted with Remi
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Duel with any, bring it, I face-off
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Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball
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[Chali 2na]
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Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography
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Third class economy, blade slashed your artery
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Nerve gassed anatomy, blurred past dramatically
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Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility
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Never predictability
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Manouvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme
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We do the sublime, crackin yo' backbone
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Attackin you wack clones
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Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone
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that come back verbal assault rifle (ahhhhh)
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We fight like Stokely Carmichael
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Nope! We just like you
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We broke and ain't no tellin what we might do
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Ain't no joke
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Provoke the right to reverse to seek mercy
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with the King Asiatic and Percy P
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Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D
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Spit venom and burn your body like a STD
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[Marc 7]
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Put a 20 on the next brother steppin to me wrong
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I mess around a lick cause you done cheat on my theme song
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This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song
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Crushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong
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Back and forth, I spit knowl' and toss, it's time to floss
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My verbal affirmation is to always go off
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When syllables slide you'll be enjoyin the vibe
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When consider it pride, it's J5
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When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy
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Aim steady slash machette Mazeratti engine ready
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Good and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti
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OFF to another city where we do our nitty grity
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We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it
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Get ready, for the ride, verbally hand-glide
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Write and stay tight, mission's in sight
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Murderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife
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A Day At the Races
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| Jurassic 5 |
