*featuring Latyrx
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[Gift of Gab]
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And I come like this
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[scratched]
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I've got a few things I wanna say
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[Gift of Gab]
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I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not stay
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Cuz the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
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And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled RAID
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Like a couple of roaches, as struggle approaches,
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A brother'll blow this
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Another ferocious jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
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I hover above the land of lame emcees that dont blow
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I'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo with the gun
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And a once in a munch chest, rest in peace
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And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds like these
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Run over enemies and I rest in the west
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Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback
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Hear when I'm here,
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Earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet black
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I'm a dog, running through the jungle
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Wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
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Not a frog, cunning yet I'm humble
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Gotta do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns
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Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, bust a front
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With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland
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I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump
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Springin on the rhyme I bowl man
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Gifted when I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
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Reminisce shit, riff with dipshits
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This shit is the mischievous style of the gifted,
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I'm a whiz kid, get a whiff kid
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Swingin' down low, breakin' down flows
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With a new flow medley outgrow when you step back
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To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack
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With a little bit a funk in my napsack
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Take it back to the brother land
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And I was smotherin' stupid idiots like Tarzan
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Givin' back to the brother man and get another land,
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Man gimme it, its Or-land-o
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How easy and tight wishin' into the depths
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Up in the sound in the heart of the jungle
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Gettin' wild with the art of the rumble,
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Never amount to be smarter than Dumbo
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Make 'em mumble, make 'em humble,
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Get me round from the start, you will crumble,
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And you tumble, and you stumble
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And I do it like that
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From the end to the other end never gonna end,
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Set a trend with the maniac mic clutch
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Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
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My competitors never know the right touch
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Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
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Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail with the slack g
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I attack 'em like acne, exactly UGH
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[spoken]
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Mindless cretins grow through idiosynchrosy
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Peels up, rising up, down
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[Lateef]
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Steppin' up through the deep, dank murkiness
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No telling what is lurking
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I hero it, but will I sense a jerkin
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I proceed to bust a buster
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Cuz I trust the finer design in the mind of the rhyme
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Just about impossible to find
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What a disgrace to the race of wack mc's
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I am because I choose to stand my ground
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FIRM and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
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All I know is we've earned every entry attained
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And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is that
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The deeper we're creepin' the more we find sleepin'
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And slippin' just shootin' dead lips on a mission
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Its missin' the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm
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Cuz that just the way we've been livin
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And thrive in the essence, survive and its easy
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To recognize when analyzing ?the bo?
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Surprises the lame in this line and tryin'
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To get you to buy into their fantasy world
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Can it be damaged the ?emina? bones
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Of the fellas and men thats exploting my culture
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Can't understand every breast that you touch
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Was as up ?paper scun? be one hung motherfucker
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Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, instead of
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Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is that
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The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, attack this
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I thought we already established the wackness
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Presented in the cemented jungle
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By the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin' down
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Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just smile and
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Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the whole flock
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We just one magic stock style
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I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while
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Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines
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Or over no line at the plot
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Thinkin' |