Forty individuals
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Keep it on the low? Keep it on the low, aiiight
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Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up
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[Rubberbands]
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Yo with your departure let's start the execution
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Seems like everybody rappin's robbin and shootin
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Talkin real cheap
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I got a record deal just to get away from the streets
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Niggas stuck up shit's creek with no way to escape
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When we bombard niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes
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What the fuck you thought, G.P. connects when
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Majority of these rap cats don't even get a grin
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Never paid dues, actin like they vets on my set
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Til they get a reality check, niggas still wet
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Behind the ears in this rap shit
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Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click
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[Down Low Recka]
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Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
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Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter
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The non-fiction, number one bestseller
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Project award winner (Two gats up)
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Yeah, it's obvious you the sloppiest
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Got a glass forehead so you're bad when you copy this
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You could say we live for the winter
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Ain't no shorts taken, veterans, no beginners
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Constant winner, a born sinner
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Make you think your style is thinner
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You're too pary to carry
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A microphone across stage knowin that I'm on the other side
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Ready to conquer and divide
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Holdin mine comes natural
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Formin rhymes outta thoughts with smoke and nails
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A real nigga never tells
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Real niggas know that fake niggas gel
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Get bugged, don't blow, perishable MCs got blinders on
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Leadin themselves into the storm
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It's the power of God, PG, Parental Guidance
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G.P., unmistakably the finest
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[June Luva]
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Non-commercial, universal, hip hop assassinator
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Track killer, premeditated murder
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May the force be with you
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When you go up against this record sellin burglar Darth Vader
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Hit you up somethin terror
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And I make you wish you never heard of a Gladiator
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Secret spies tryin to steal Grain data
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Hit em up with the steel, get the jackulator
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[Pop The Brown Hornet]
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Ill fanatic, leave em con beat and battered
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They all look at R, another hip hop star
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Brown Hornet, I got MCs cornered like a rat
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I hit a homerun everytime up to bat
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You could read about it, talk about it, ain't no doubt about it
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I get amped when shows are crowded
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So come support me hold down the fort
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I score everytime I touch a hip hop court
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Watch me dunk on em, then hit a three on em
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Yo he a punk, I knock him out and then I pee on him
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Verbal gymnastic master tactics
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Niggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress
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But I refuse to bend, I intend to explore the top ten
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Don't try to analyze or comprehend
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Accept it, G.P. connected
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Niggas run for the bomb but Shaolin style's intercepted it
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Have no fear the foundation's here
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Lettin party-goers know that we truly do care
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It's not all guns and violence, we like to fuck to try to act
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conservative
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We love when Johnny buck-buck
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[Rubberbands]
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Lyrical combat better watch your ass son
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I shines pretty like a double four Magnum
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The impact from the gat goes boom
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So when I'm speakin I appreciate the room
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My character erupt like a nigga
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I'm stressed, baby and I'm down on my last trigger
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One in the chamber, nothin's gonna change the
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Infrared dot to your skull meaning danger
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Duck, boom-pow, it's too late you're caught
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What, raise up and act like you want it
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I didn't think so nigga, you're fuckin with a major
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Even X-Men couldn't save ya
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Yup I'm a new bad boy New York stalker
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Crash MCs, they need therapy, then a walker
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Fast talker, do the knowledge I lost ya
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Justice prevailed, fucked around and who crossed ya
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[June Luva]
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This is not a test
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Hip hop is in a real state of emergency
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If this had been a test you would not be bearing witness
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to the hip hop saviors
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June Luva, Pop The Brown Hornet, Rubberbands and Down Low Recka
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We now advise you to pump this loud
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As we return to our regularly scheduled programmin
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Two Gats Up
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GP Wu |