(feat. Canibus, Elzhi)
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[Intro - Royce talking]
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Yeah, Bar Exam 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches
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[Verse 1 - Canibus]
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Bar Exam 2
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I landslide you to lava below
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Gotta stance nigga flow
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How bars? How far can you go?
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Only as far as the mind
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Canibus and Royce 5'9"
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Bar Exam 2, spit a rhyme
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A miniature version of me, told me he wanted to MC
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I told him, "Be careful who you be."
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He said, "I'ma just be me."
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I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't understand what I really mean."
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Look at the manifest list
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It got my name down
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A bald head for the cool crown
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How you like me now?
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I terrorize rap music
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What manner of creature could do this?
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Canibus stupid
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Retarded, autistic artists
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You click, perfects target
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Staff Sargent Canibus talkin'
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I would not let off the gas
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Traverse it through San Stone's past
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The Ripper spills whiskey from a flask
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[Verse 2 - Elzhi]
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I toke green, blowin' out smoke screens
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Poke queens, leave them with soaked jeans
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You're the definition of what "joke" mean
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I'm star status
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Like glowin' lights throughout the far stratos-
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-Phere, it's clear who repertoire that is
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Pursue whites and fuck a shoe price
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My cheese outgrew mice
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I'm too nice, cut through slice, I'm seein' you twice
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The lead pacer
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Been makin' moves like Speed Racer
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Indeed tracin' line that fucks with your mind like a weed lacer
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Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so what I diagnose
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I could fry and roast any guy till they applyin' ghost
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Pee on peons beyond eons
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Till there's neon Klingons
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Close encounter of the three kinds
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You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray y'all
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And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay Paul
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I could give a fuck
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Got a flow to leave a river stuck
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You hear deep it lines ??
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[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Osama McCain, you climb in this ring
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Rhyming with Obama the king
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End up on the bottom of the things
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Living inside of ominous springs
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I'mm in a dream
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I spit the only kind of sickness that vomiting brings
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That means I'm ill sick
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And plus I'm real bitch
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I should've played Hancock instead of Will Smith
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Cos I'm drunk and flyer
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I'm the super hero minus all the chump attire
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And I bleed hardly
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Tell your idol his times up
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And he's barbe-cue
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Every rhyme lined up like steve harvey's do
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From the pies to the brick man
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Niggas couldn't follow in my steps 'less I died in some quick sand
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So come and see a nigga burn a show
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And give me a hand before I give you the fist like a germaphobe
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And you probably too scary to scuffle
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If you ain't hit a nigga before you buried your knuckles
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I got a hundred round drum
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I shoot the first thirty to kill everybody that trash your hook up
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Category blast the butcher
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Empty the clip just to make that 70 show like ashton kutcher
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Nigga you at war with sharks the government team
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Will leave you airless/heirless like jordan sparks or a motherless queen
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We put it on y'all, tape a niggas phone call
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Sell it to the net for a phone card
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Then use it to phone y'all mommas
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I throw you niggas a bone and then I bury the drama in a bone yard
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The flow's in prime
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I got more plastic on me than all of hugh heffner's hoes combined
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My niggas got GT's and shit, yeah I know mini coopers
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While you niggas rolling around in the mini coopers
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I'm the shit for real, y'all niggas mini poopers
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Drunk, wildin, commitin vodka and henny bloopers
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Who could give a nigga the snoop foot
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Stretch him out on the floor like the Manut look
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You shook, nigga I'm like the crew cook
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I put a price on the whip and I'm like the blue book
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With an appetite for destruction with the greed stigma
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Explains my past and adds to my enigma
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If it's digital or analog
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Bar Exam 2 is the present, the distributor is Santa Claus
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Royal Flush (Freestyle)
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Royce Da 5'9'' |