[Gift of Gab]
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I got rhymes for the deaf dumb and blind
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And a 20/20 eyesight; big mouth yappin
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Crystal clear ear competition mere child's play
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When I'm formin up, can't be guarded now, sendin y'all to the
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Drawing board, I floored niggaz with the skills
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I'm sick and bored, of all the triggers and the steel
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That you're cappin; why don't you give all that weak shit a rest
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And start rappin - I'm puffin the buddha bless yes I'm packin
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BOWLS, and spittin the rhymes on ?testabra?
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Be like D'Wayne from _What's Happening_ talking about "Uh-uhh!"
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Ya, can't defeat me, delete me, beat me, greet me
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With a grin or, get your chin jaw and your neck broke
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And then I'll rip off your arm and throw it in a stew --
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Boy I'll make mincemeat of you, ? speed a few, wimps eat a few
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Shirmps need a new, temp-orary mind-boggler, follow me, G
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Niggerole, bigger flows, hover over small ones
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Others flows will fall, come and get some
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Runnin shit one rhyme AFTER the next
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Master the flexology, follow me, take all of me
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Fuck a beast, buck a beast, sucker please
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Don't you know _Miuziweighs-a-freakin-ton_ like Chuck D's?
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Psych! Thought I would contradict myself, didn't ya?
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I'm gettin ya
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I'm hittin ya ass with bass all in your face so taste the bit
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In ya, bowls of Soul, get on a Train but I'm not Don Cornelius
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Really it's not no gimmicky shit like chicken popcorn
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Now new and meatier, shootin like a meteor
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Beats fat and beatier, feed me your brain child
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The strange style contains foul language
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So tell you kids to go to sleep so the beat can enhance you ock
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If you a rapper grab your mic broke cancel the glock yo'
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Ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower hey bonhead nigga
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Put your rhyme in the towaway zone
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Red's all I see like if my name was El Toro
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On the land, smokin a reefer, underwater smokin a coral reef
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I squash beef like a meat grinder
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I'm the kind of chief rocker to seek and destroy boys
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Oy, I'm all of that and a plate of chitlins
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So won't you sit and listen to the way I flip the script
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Like, a beat to make a flip to beat to breakin shit
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Delete you makin hits complete awaken kids I eat ya
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Like a batch of bacon bits takin it to the next step
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LET'S GET ILL
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Rhymes For The Deaf, Dumb And Blind
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| Blackalicious |
