Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a bigot
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Groove is my escapism, when I'm bubbly I just kick it
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What I need from you is understanding that I'm standing
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On my own two, down with my own crew
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Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm prone to snap off
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When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse
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I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight
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When it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night"
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An eye for an eye, a life for his wife
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Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite
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Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
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I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links
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And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmith
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Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
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I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote
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Engage in a page, and with words I elope
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Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles
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Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a Z-28
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At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones
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They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own
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It's like that, coming from the go rapper
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I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra
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So keep on, and you don't, now come on
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Ah keep on, and you don't
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Sometime when I'm alone in my room I stare at the wall
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And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme
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And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged
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Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit
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Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit
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My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it"
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Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics
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That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
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Other studs come through to see what I am up to
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They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit
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Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look
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Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker
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Tee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
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How you going to come off with the style that's thourough?
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It's like that, keep on, ha ha
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It's like that, keep on
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My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock
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I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox
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Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face
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Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race
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Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop
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You sorry excuse for funk rap
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Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
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The real shit's starting to come back
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The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack
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I started eating cat when I was 10
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Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
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I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
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But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty
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The facts of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie
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But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties
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My style is steep, I write rhymes on the incline
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Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line
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I'm slamming, jamming on the one
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I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on
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Sum Shit I Wrote
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