Well, nothin left to do but rhyme circles around niggaz
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Huh, Preme? (Huh?)
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Allow me to put it in perspective, check this
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Bullets in the Tec shit, spinnin and the bullet in your chest is
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best shit, meddlin what else niggaz peddlin
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Cause you sellin records around here is irrelevant
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Allow me to tell you to bow whenever you around me
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I'm proud cause God endowed me intellegent
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Look up in the sky and crown me the now regal
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She go, down, her knees are now eagle
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Either my gun gon' bang or I'ma come harder
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I run water on y'all lames, I run for ya
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Y'all wanna be the kings of rap, my son's smarter
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I'd rather run some game on one of Run's daughters
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The Mike Vick or the Kobe Bryant with this one
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I'm past the past and homie Ryan, I just run
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The (Last Action Hero) that the public awaits
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took it past rappin so perhaps I can govern yo' state
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I'm Akinyele, I act belly
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So (Put it in Your Mouth) while I talk on the celly pushin a black L-E
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I'm Makaveli, my body's in the back of a deli
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Holdin a cordless frozen with the volts in swordfish
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Lyin with a couple of corpses
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Biggie and Ghandi, my city's behind me, others enforce it
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In the Phillipines blacken out on mics, yeah
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Like I'm livin in a dream actin out a nightmare
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Whatever I'm sayin's real
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Shovel the bullshit y'all throw on the game is how I level the playin field
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Y'all got to feel me
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Momma had to make me, God got to kill me
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Y'all would have to basically put me up on a cross, split my flows up
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Call on the Bible and let 'em lift my soul up
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Oh my, true, amen and such
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The liaison between the most high and you
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Uncle Paul the (Bearer) of bad news, the era of unified armor
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Beware of the suicide bomber
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The way he shoots the cannon
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He competin with the reaper, he will take you then vanish
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Make you understand it
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Shots be poppin off bilingual, 'bout to call me JesAºs in Spanish
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I keep calm, I keep my piece on
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I'm like, Ice T, I keep a bleach blonde
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I'm like, Spike Lee I keep the floor seats so it's sweet
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Y'all might not like me but no need for response
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My recon's ghostly, we prime
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Real estate of the minds cause we signed and re-signed
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They say I'm at the end of my time like Esham
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My emergency brake's re-called like Nissan
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Peace y'all I'm out, niggaz I'm 'bout figures
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But before I leave I hope you don't doubt there's a
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deep calmer that's around in me
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Like I'm a drug dealer plugged into the weed farmer
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Rap NATO, plus blastin, that's fatal
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You do the math and you'll have mashed your last 'tato
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The big empire go within fire
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The boss is so high on top it's a kickstand by him
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I am, Ryan the giant spit inspire
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I kill the supplier then I'm peelin the hitman hirer
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I flow like none, you blow like guns
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You hoes is polite as the soul of a [?] none
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I'm like a Glock beam, I'm usually unseen
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'Til I wanna be seen, that means one thing
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So I, know I, be havin fun bein a show out
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I keep my guns clean with sunscreen I'm so hot
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Petrified, ain't ya? Shook to death, ain't ya?
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Bitch niggaz know you told you I'm a stranger
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I ain't seen fear, don't even know what it feel like
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I'm out of Vice City, the nigga hood in real life
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Caddy-ass niggaz'll get it, I pay the cost
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to put you away while I'm golfin, look, now I'm flossin
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I drive the ball then yell "war"
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I mean yell "fore" right before I unveil the pale horse
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Cock on sight, orgy or the duel
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We doin like hoes or fo's, who will we ruin?
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Askin each other to answer answered questions
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Then forgets that I'll do 'em again I guess
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But you ain't gotta be dumb to go it
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I'm too old to show that I'm too blowed but too young to blow it
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Anytime it comes to showin I runs the show when it comes to flowin
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I go and becomes the poet
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You know I, capitalize by blackin out on a rhythm
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I visualize the action and actualize the vision
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I don't have to rely on ambition to get my eye on them digits
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I see how I see then get right on my business
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Let me see, I'm finna choose
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between losin and bein the pinnacle between eaten and eatin dinner food
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