[Verse 1]
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Yeah, time for my warm-up
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Cause it's about time I got my throne back
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Up out the underground like a domesticated mole rat
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I'm dope but shit, you know that
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So watch your fucking tone, Jack
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Before I run up in your crib rocking a Casey Jones mask
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Toss your fucking furniture out of the second floor glass
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And ransack your Advil, Penicillin, and Prozac
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Follow it with a fatty and a 40 full of Cognac
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Dropping shit so dirty they're asking me where the soap's at
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Lost without a road map, way too far to go back
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So slick I don't even leave fingerprints using a phone app
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Intricate when spitting it, no one knows how I wrote that
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Always making hits, yo, for real you're watching a pro bat
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The way I be scaring them make them wanna start carrying
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A bar bearing barbarian, the bars bury them
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Holding up the weight of the world in my arms carrying
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Coming with the flame like Daenerys Targaryen
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I'm stacking like the Lannisters and tougher than Baratheons
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I'm coming out of Winterfell and fuckin' body bagging them
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Pop a couple Addies, then I zone out with a pad and pen
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And scribble down my thoughts, and them I'm back up in the lab again
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[Hook]
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So baby if you're getting at me, I'll be getting at you
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I know you don't want it
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So listen up to Webby as I'm killing the beat, like they know me to do
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So you better back of it
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[Verse 2]
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You know that I'm a, boss bitch, and the booth is like my office
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Competition sweating like I got 'em doing Crossfit
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Drop shit since '09 and still I haven't lost it
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Stepping to me's about as safe as swimming laps with Jaws, bitch
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Got 'em feeling car sick, moving at a fast clip
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Crash into the median and wake up with a cracked hip
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Forty feet in front of my Chevy covered in glass chips
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Brush my fuckin' shoulders and walk it off into traffic
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It's mandatory that I wear a fucking strait-jacket
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My dark passenger is riding with me into madness
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A mother fucker, yeah I do it like your dad, bitch
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Well connected, pulling more strings than Lenny Kravitz
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Boxes full of mixtapes next to the subs
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And I gave it out for free so everyone knew who I was
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Began my journey locally and built myself a buzz
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Shit I started from Connecticut and now we here, what?
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Been on it for a minute and never gonna stop
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And I'ma keep my sound dope whether you're getting it or not
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Fuck selling out, I'm still getting high on the same blocks
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Shit, I'm the reason that the suburbs got a Neighborhood Watch
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I'll be climbing in your windows and I'm snatching all your people up
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Intruding on the beds of any lady that's a decent fuck
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Dolly Parton tits, with a slim waist and a Trina butt
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Who doesn't mind cooking and gets down with all the freaky stuff
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Bust a nut and then it's right back to rappin'
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Cause it's homegrown music, we about to get it crackin'
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Tasmanian Devil with a bottle full of Absinthe
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Doing things that these other rappers can't even imagine
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EP on the way and then an album after that
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Making sure your iTunes is supplied with some new tracks
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With no time to react cause we going too fast
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All I can promise you is the best in the burbs is back
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The best in the burbs is back
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The best in the burbs is back
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You got my word on that
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The best in the burbs is back
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[Hook (x2)]
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So baby if you're getting at me, I'll be getting at you
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I know you don't want it
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So listen up to Webby as I'm killing the beat, like they know me to do
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So you better back of it
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Warm Up
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Chris Webby |