I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial
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I'm better but some don't believe though
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But I'm a proven hot
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Y'all know the legendary Roots crew
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Here we go Ock, watch my material knock
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Y'all Tonka toys straight out the cereal box
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Down low covert ops feel or not
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Throw your mitts up we 'bout to thicken the plot
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My name is D-U-N-D-S-P, The Mic specialist
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Laid back how it come off it seems effortless
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I mac Nicholas, like a me St.
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Flow excellent, my movement the next testament
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Rhinoceros in the raps of far we
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Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party
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I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be
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Back to do it to death til ya tired of me
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Now who the number one best
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The never pop nuthin sound like the rest
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C'mon you know I am em
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Raw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women,
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green trees and white linen
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The black thought was a monster from the beginnin
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Wreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinnin
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It's my time and it's long overdo
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Now who's comin through y'all know who
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[Mix] x3
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Ya'All know the legendary roots crew
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Word up Black Th-idought, code name ??
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Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks
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From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink
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Picklehead cats is join, they don't think
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Ya not sleepin that a long ass blink money
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Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink
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Nuthin y'all spittin is interesting
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Ya'all not Black Thought, nor the next best thing
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Plug bullshit start a kid thuggish
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Go ahead get ya thing off son, I just love it
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It manifests a style thou shall not covet
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And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it
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Who the steppin razor, like Peter Ti-dosh
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My nine speak soft my thoughts is Molotov
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You cut like that then fuck it we all can toss
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And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss
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It's the boar, it's similar tan as Dice Raw
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Its big spawn kids cohap the quick draw
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We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture
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For real, For real
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Who comin' to get y'all
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Mix
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Step into the spot the venue is empty
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5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy
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Packed up to the maximum occupancy
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Give me the mic I got a Jones like Quincy
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Break down the barriers don't try to fence me
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Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me
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Peepin, brothers on stage ten deep-an'
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24 out the 18 straight leapin
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Duck season, Thought bust the heat seakin
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Mission make y'all feel this and keep leakin
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Bang this in the hoods
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Like stolen goods, keep reachin
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New soundwave street sweepin
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I walk upon water like Run D 'em
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Cash Money maintainin' the cut
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It's our time and it's long overdue
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Who comin' through y'all know who
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Mix 'til fade
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Ya'All Know Who
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The Roots |