{"Something Comes Close"}
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{"I'm This Much Faster"}
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{"Faster"}
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{"Something Comes Close"}
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{"I'm This Much Faster"}
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{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}
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[Verse 1:]
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Yea, Ha
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Eh Yo Whos That Kid?
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Wont Slip, Cock Shit
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Bust Lips Hittin Hard
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Tear The Legs From Ya Hips
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Can Ya Bang With The Click?
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Im Gonna Bang Till Ya Sick
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Till Ya Cant Take It Son
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I Remain On The List
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Watch Me Blow By
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Mc's Neva Had A Chance
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If Ya Reach For The Mic
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Then Im Severin Ya Hands
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Im Betta Then Ya Mans
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Ya Cousin And Ya Idol
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Im Takin Every Title
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Go Ahead Shoot Ya Rifle
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Still Want Sutff?
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And I, Keep It Movin
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Eh Yo, Blast On Ya Track
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Class Laugh If Ya Lose It
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Yo Fuck Tryin To Prove From Ya Skills
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Im Bored Down
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Stopped In Ya Tracks, And Re-Track Its 4th Down
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I Spit One Verse And Get A Technical Knock Out
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Get Pounds All Around
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Wear My Jacket N Walk Out
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I Walk Out The Game
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Ya Get Knocked Off Ya Frame
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Ill Creep In Ya Classroom N Burn It To Flames
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{"Something Comes Close"}
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{"I'm This Much Faster"}
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{"Faster"}
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{"Something Comes Close"}
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{"I'm This Much Faster"}
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{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}
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[Verse 2:]
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Now I Got 40 Different Ways That I Can Take Off Ya Airways
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Spit My Shit Rough And Only Landed On Ya Fairway
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(Class) I Aint Tryin To Practice Fairplay
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I'm Tryin To Blind Fold My Enenmy's
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N Chuck Em Down A Staircase
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Crash Land, On Every Last Man
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From Here To Afghan, Yall Can Catch The Back Hand
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'cept For A Class Fan
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I Blast Mans With The Rhymes
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That I Use Into Ya Mind, Get Confused, Ya Need A Catscan
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And Im Just Askin
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Why Empty's Always Wanna To Talk
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When I A'int Up In The Place They Try To Tell Me Off
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Call Ya Next Day
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U Act Like Ya Shook
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Keep My Name Out Ya Mouth
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Ill Fill Ya Mouth With My Foot
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Im Stompin On The Seen
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N Got My People On The Side
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We Used To Do A Lot Of Things
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But Now Our Brains Gone N Fried
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But Real Calm Inside
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Keep This Rap Shit Together
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I Started Off Of Skill
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But Now Im More Dope Then Eva
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[Verse 3:]
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Damn, I Need My Weed Lit
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Before I Spit This On The Remix
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If Ya Dont Like It Eat Shit
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I Mean This
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If It Aint Broke Then Leave It
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We Tryin To See Chicks On The Floor
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Untill They Knees Split
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Ill Flow Till Ya Sea Sick
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And If Ya Man He Steppin Up
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He'll Get His Teeth Split
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Scream Fuck You!
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Cross A Club, Hope Any Weed Slips
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I Dont Just Spit, I Breathe This
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The Game Aint Got A Recess
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Yo Im Goin Full Out, Untill I Pull Out And Leave This
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Yo Blowin Up The Scene
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So When I Spit Its More Then Bomb Threats
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Crack U In The Back, With These Tracks And Foreign Objects
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Travserses In Topics Combine With More Then Concepts
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Its Gaurenteed To Make These Mc's Vote Wuth The Contracts
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Class Aint Waitin For These Record Labels To Call
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Im Waitin For These Mutha Fuckin Rappers To Fall
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Im Askin Ya All
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You Ready For The Trash Talk? Ya Hands Saggin
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Kid From The Old Back
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Who's Dope And U Know That?
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I Got My Shit Togetha More Then Explosive
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Quit It, I Know Where The Dope Is
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I Swear Sometimes Its Hopeless
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And I Always Keep It Grounded
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Spittin Out Frustrations
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Im A Very Picky Person So I Got Enough Patients
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So I Fuck The Wait, And I'll Do This By Myself
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Wrote My First Rhyme
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And Dropped My First Beat With No Help
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So Go To Hell
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Thanks For Nothin I'll Remember
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Exactly What U Did (Nothin!)
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Yea Ill Remember
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Three Beats & A MC
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Classified |