Yo! well this is smokin'...
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And the dynamic duo
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The cutting committee
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The lyrical mechanic hero
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And you know (what's that?)
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That we serve the people nice
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And we're good live
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Like reversing evil twice
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In a world where your cash
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Couldn't buy an idea
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So f**k the po-po
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We're gettin' high up in here
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See, my rhyme is official
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Time's my initial
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Sit back, click clack
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Yo, my mind is a missile
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Yeah, we ruined the manners
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But we're cool with the grammar
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So we got mothers feelin' this
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To f**kin' dudes in the slammer
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Brewin' the bangers and
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Our show is a spectacle
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My damsel is bananas
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The flow is impeccable
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We just roll up
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Through the hills in the middles
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Would ya hold up,
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This is bliss to the eso so
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Load up, so let me hear ya
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Really bellow okay (okay!)
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Flash cash on the neon lights
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My name is mad max
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Pitchin' "we want rights"
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I've got the bull by it's horns
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The beast by it's tail
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I'm preying off this leech
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That's deeper than Yale
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Shockwaves through your hood
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When I properly drop this
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Double barrel brains
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Doomed to bang in your cockpit
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So how you feelin' Bliss?
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Man, I never been better
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This veteran's clever, he's
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Stringing every letter together
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Bangin' like a set of...
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Is not a getter of cheddar
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Instead I roll up to the bash
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In the f**kin' Nebuchadnezzar
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Oh my god
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Throw 'em up like Krylons
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And we gon' get it crackin'
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Like a party in Zion
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We just roll up
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Through the hills in the middles
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Would ya hold up,
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This is bliss to the eso so
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Load up, so let me hear ya
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Really bellow okay (okay!)
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(check it out)
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Hey yo, I blow Briggs back
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That's what happens when
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I talk smoked out, no doubt
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Hey, Steffy's on a Porsche
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And I'm not a joke
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I blaze up the broccoli
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I rock the boat
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I break the monotony to pick up
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Well, this'll make ya switch lanes quick
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Like hittin' Charlie when you're drunk
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Just like Rick James, bitch
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My nickname's Bliss
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But wait a second, buster
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You don't know me, my brother
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You may address me as Gunther
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Well if you got it, motherf**ker
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Then you know my name
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I make it hail in matchsticks
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And snow cocaine
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And I'm down for the course
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Like a dog for a...
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And all the shit-talkers
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... off my boner
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Bitch, back the f**k up
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And build your spaceship right
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You dilly dally dummy
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We just roll up
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Through the hills in the middles
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Would ya hold up,
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This is bliss to the eso so
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Load up, so let me hear ya
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Really bellow okay (okay!)
|
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We just roll up
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Through the hills in the middles
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Would ya hold up,
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This is bliss to the eso so
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Load up, so let me hear ya
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Really bellow okay (okay!)
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(Gon' get it crackin' like a party in Zion...)
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Zion Bash
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| Bliss N Eso |
