[Sample from "Snatch"]
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"Do you know what 'nemesis' means?
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A righteous infliction of retribution
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Manifested by an appropriate agent....
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Personified in this case by me"
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[Aesop Rock]
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We're all in the same gang, bread and butter
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Just a couple subdivisions who naturally hate each other
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Influence is shark biting the fuck outta your brother
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Friendship is Professor Plum ratting on Colonel Mustard
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You are now witnessing the world's most crass version
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Of a barnstormer, reveal time with a jagged edge
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Arm mortars and field mines for a bastard pledge
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On the style diamond cutter
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Swung before that magnificent havok sketch
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You fidget like a nervous culprit gulpin'
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Sweat a bullet, dead a bullshit sequence reactor
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Speaking disaster
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Who leaps off the canvas to provoke a side winder
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Snake in the grass with a dirty belly and his work to sell me
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I got my word to tell you
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I got absurd magic
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But it works like pistons pumping through the realm my family habits
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(Without a Rabbit Hat combination)
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Nah, more like I'm spitting pixy dust
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Till the mix taper community combusts
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[Yeshua Da Poed]
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I hold words for ransom
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Demand some attention paid
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Not to mention praise for their release on a page
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It might evade the light of day
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I never said I gave them all the fight to be brave
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Or insight to behave
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More like them others
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Whose ads have been paid for by some brothers
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While some of us lie in the eyes of others
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I discovered another way to stay undercover
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Kill everyone involved
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Unsolved mystery
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this to me is how to leave matters resolved
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Out of this all, you should take a break, ask the fake
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Get snatched out your habitat and left on the side of a lake
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I try to debate
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Whether a clean getaway is harder to make
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Than a call to the cleaners
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Dropped off a seamless bag
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Zipped up with enough cash to pay the cat
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With the awkward demeanor
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[Vast Aire]
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God is a name I call myself
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I don't like Ugly, Original, Synthetic
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I breathe rusty air logic
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It becomes the lung, the mind is a closet
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That is if it's a walk-in, cuz I'm open
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You fell from the cliffs of weakness, I scoped it
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I'll ball your rhyme up and stuff it inside my mouth
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As if this was the first grade (C'mon man)
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And you'll just stand there
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Your eyes'll water up
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And your teeth'll grind cuz you rhyme first grade
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See in this life timetime I'm a caged poet
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But I think life is more than a jail sentence
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That's why I took my time
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Doing calisthenics which euphemisms to hand out a life sentence
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When I rhyme I put my ass crack in it (in it)
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And you in a glass bottom boat with a crack in it (in it)
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So fuck your attitude
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My poetry's position is the sole definition of latitude
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Sinister. (repeated)
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"You tell the angels in heaven you've never seen
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An evil so singularly personified as you being hit
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In the face by the man who killed you"
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Sinister
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| Aesop Rock |
