Opio:
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You're irresponsible
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No focus
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I hold this advice script
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I ripped it to shreds
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I was headed
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With sound waves and frequencies
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Frequently I'm freakin the
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Flows like hoes
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_________ rub-a-dub those
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Shattering Glass Joes
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With decibels
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To break spectacles
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You can't see
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You're feelin' queezy
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And uneasy
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Steppin cautious because you're nauseous
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I squashes
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Emcees like I was Colossus
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Flippin on Magneto
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Never metal
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Without my bending
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Ending all existance, my rhymes blending
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Niggaz up and liquifying
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Punks are crying
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Crews are dying
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While the mack keeps shining
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Gleaming
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Girls are screaming
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Cuz I'm arousing
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My styles bring
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___ kids, so how you look?
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Ya drowning, and drained
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The frame of being slain
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By my slang
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Once again
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I wreck brainz
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Tajai:
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Yo, shit occurs
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When I shift my words
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I dip a Swisher
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To my kisser
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And get spliffta
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I riff ta
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Be the Mista
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The abyss ta
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Widen
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Cuz I slide in
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Like a titan
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Mythical
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When I grip or pull
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Spliff, it will manipulate my brain
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In ways to plot or gain
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And raises
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Tajai is the brand that
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Keep it jam-packed
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Frankly- pretty damn phat
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It's over me, I am enough to rip it flat
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And pass- the mic to me
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And see emcees sadden- fast!
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You're ratty
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Match my tip, you pips
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And Gladyss Knight gets darkness
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Is where we best start, kids
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If ours gets bootlegged and sold in the market
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Then mark this
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Them stands plan to be targets
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And I'll stand grand
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Then peace to Richmond and
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Of course the Land
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I'm lettin ya know cuz I can
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[CHORUS:]
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"Yeah, I'ma let ya know
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Yeah, I'ma let ya know
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Yeah, I let you know
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Yo, I'm lettin niggaz know"
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A-Plus:
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I say that nigga A
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That nigga A-K
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Can make a nigga day
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In a very special nigga way
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Breaking backs and fists
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As I smack and dis
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Wackness
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Cuz they lack this
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Phatness
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In fact this
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Very booty indeed
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Prayin you could be freed
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From torture
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Or I'll scorch ya
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With a torch a'
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Gasoline
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I smash your spleen
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I'm quick to blast a fiend
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You betta jet if ya' ass is keen
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Yeah, I got a masta plan
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I'm fasta than
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Drastic Man
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My thing is "Who would blast a friend?"
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I only blast wack rhymas
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It's time to find ya' own flows
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I throw spines and bones
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Your ass
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extremely ass
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You see me pass
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The senior class
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Yo- and now I'm free at last
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So let me bust a grill if I must
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Making blood spill and your eyes fill with puss
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When I bust
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Phesto:
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Here I go again
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Return of the Jedi
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Red eye
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Use my lightsaber to take guys that pick my flavor
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I pounce and trounce on emcees when I slay ya
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Remember the days
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You parleys 'em to the left
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Cuz I get deffer
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Than senior citizens with Alzheimer's
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And squash rhymas to vapor
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Shatter- at a
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Forfeitcha when I splitcha
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Tore and ripped ya
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My oratore's quick ta
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Concoct a sicka- flow
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So crawl back under your rock
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Get off my jock
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I'm quicka than minute rice
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To split and slice
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Rappaz as I entrapped ya
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Slapped ya
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With my rapture
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On the down low, I trapped your brain
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And flips it
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Watch the maestro
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Slice hoz, entice hoz
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As I rip shit
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Dip shit
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You rap but
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Keep your trap shut
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Cuz you lack what
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Phesto's inducing
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I get mood swings!
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Let Em Know
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Souls of Mischief |