Xzibit intro:
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Yes yes. Ahh ahh. Bring it live
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Yo it's the X to the Z from the Likwit Squad
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Hook:
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"One MC" "After" (x3)
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"On the mic"- Souls Of Mischief
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[Xzibit]
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All that get money take money sound funny
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So I stick to my own I can feel it in my bones
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These clones and clowns ain't really down
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Play the background westbound
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Huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound
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Plus I feel that no style is darker than mine
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You can stick that into places where the sun don't shine
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All you one hit wonders only in it for the spotlight
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Spend half a million dollars still don't sound tight
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Bring truth to the light
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I write rhymes for the under
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Blunt smokin' bottle crackin' all day slumber
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Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down
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As long as I can twist a fat one and pass it around
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Mr. X to the Z from the Likwit Crew
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LA to Elviaire with my man EQ
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Coming live and direct with your neck like this
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Come home and smoke a spliff in the Benz with Swift
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I stay fucked up
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Hook
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[Del]
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Lyrically ingenious my flows are intravenous
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Kids are squeamish
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When they attempt to refless
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I'm the Apex
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Shows get rocked half the words ?
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Hold your glock your whole goal is props
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You'll never get 'em
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My rhythm just fluctuates
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You can't O.D. no matter how much you take
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I rush your plates
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Crack your lenses clean like Benzene
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Cool like Menthol
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My shits the end all
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Majorly gain your speed slow your role
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You lie and like Pinochio your nose will grow
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Let's go
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Underground compress co
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Bust these jewels these diamonds out
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But still some of these niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout
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Mine in doubt
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Traversing' the Earth like zombies
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And rocks your dirty laundry
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Presented to the world as comedy
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Del rips it honestly that's why the girls are found of me
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And don't be squandering your little flow
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You ain't got many
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You're fly spinning
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We constitution
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You seek contribution from Del for usage
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Over these acoustics
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I take time out for use of
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Harkus representing proof in you walkman
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Lockin' competition out of studios
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Everyday I live is like a musical
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Create my own score
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More funkier than Shaft on my musical path
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Hook
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[Casual]
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They like "ooh. Don't say that."
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When it's lay doe A dat Competition where they at?
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I diss 'em
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Steady at the rhythm
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Like a pilot I keep you silent
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Through the turbulence words will get violent
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Mega doses exposes is flagellant composes
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All you get is roses on your grave you misbehave
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It's the brave courageous lyrically contagious
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Spiritually engage with the psychedelic waves of
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An Egyptian
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We rips then
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Cover the mic like the sun we eclipsin'
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Cause no light shine through a flow like mine
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Casual might ignite the mic for pastime
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With one style older than the sundial
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My elaborate connection of words is fun how
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I display, dismay this way gettin' bissy
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Crackers show off the top while I'm hittin' a J
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My immaculate style attackin' with nouns and verbs
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for the wack it gets foul
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Got a Full Metal Jacket off rhymes to press
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To manifest under pressure
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Past style a lyrical treasure
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Never the less I get fresher
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It's involital my biological make up composes of flesh and blows
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Will dispose of all
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When they appear in my crystal ball
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I know you wish I fall
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"Yes y'all"
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Hook
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Three Emcees
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Xzibit |