[Pop The Brown Hornet]
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Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised
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As I lure you into the world of true lies
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You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry
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Performed by a Shaolin monk straight out the monastery
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Hittin your cranium like two jugs of helium
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Blowin you up like explosives on a truck
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The outcome is similar to Hiroshima
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As I bounce off the scene like a jet-black Beamer
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Nuthin like the rush I receive from killin MCs
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Enemies better freeze before I squeeze
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It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath
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Electrifyin, watchin MCs careers dyin
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Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper
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No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper
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Ready to run up in your area
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With a silencer *wsh-wsh* die muthafucker
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Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can't take no more
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Next up is the Down Low Recka
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[Down Low Recka]
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In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin
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Like that gun I'm stunnin, makin niggas run and
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The shocker, I cause electrical sparks
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Like a flashin light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night
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The bark is equivalent to the bite
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So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief
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Bloodthirsty, observe as I rehearse thee murder plan
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White man can't kill like my pen
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I'll be damned if I let these niggas approach me
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On the East side where my coast be, look closely
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Before I snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness
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No doubt I'm sick with the slickness
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The realness, ten years of dues I can't lose
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Paid up, dyin in this bed that I made up
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So be out before I spit out the venom
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And be my victim so I can live forever in the rhythm
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[Pop The Brown Hornet]
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Bow down to the underground emperor
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Once you enter the circle you find me in the center
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Of definite laced with pure entertainment
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Bangin your brain like uncut cocaine
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Movin like the theif in the night when I strike
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It's like equivalent to a killer shark's bite
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No remorse if a life is lost
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If you're playin the game that's the price it cost
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It could be deadly fuckin with a Shaolin machette
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Walk poundin heavy plus your palms is all sweaty
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You're up against a terror
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I think it's best you better get your act together
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Your style's phony like pleather
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Full trait to di-tect hard rock frauds
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My blows penetrate deeper than Shaolin swords
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Not many can withstand the impact of a rap act
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Hittin harder than a rape victim's flashback
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[Down Low Recka]
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Once you die, your grave I'ma put you in it
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Now take a number and I'll be with you in a minute
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Look at the hunter and catch me if you can, I'm here
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Right in your area, scarin up your atmosphere
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I'm out to get you for not knowin the issue
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I'm throwin fullstyle rep, I plan to hit you like a homing missile
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Don't run for cover, don't waste my time
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Push your luck when you know I caught ya and you stuck in the torture
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Underground Emperor
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GP Wu |