Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
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Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind
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On time, showin, you the, rhythm
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as I get wreck and get raw
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Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw
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It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more
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So...
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Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come
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Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB
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Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence
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Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants
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Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain
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Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines
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Ooh!! Insane to your brain
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Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain
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I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses
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Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's
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Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
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Focus, while I display flows ferocious
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Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling
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Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling
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Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
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Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before
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I make sure everything remains raw [4X]
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Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages
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Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages
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Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
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Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy
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Let me hit you with flows, that come various
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Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias
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Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine
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When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream
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Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean
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Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
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Now I'm making you feel the extreme
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Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam
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Oh shit, now I got your brains fried
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Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE!
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Use your imagination, let me take you higher
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Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire
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Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor
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I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door
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You should just roll out the red carpet
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All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets
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(Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left
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While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath
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Days of my Life goes on, word is bond
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I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron
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Yo, I be the number one icon
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Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on
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On and on, hey, on and on and on
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You won't understand when I form Voltron
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Hahahaha, everything remains raw
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[in background:] I make sure everything remains raw [7X]
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Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit
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Niggaz don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah
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Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah
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I make sure everything remains raw, hahah
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Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit
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There's only five years left! Word is bond
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Niggaz don't know though
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There's only five years left! Hahah
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Remember that nigga, all you, remember that
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There's only five years left! Hahaha
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Everything Remains Raw
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Busta Rhymes |