(Intro)
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You are what you are in this world
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As either one of two chance
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You be a somebody
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Or you ain't nobody
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Bars, bars, bars, I got y'all with those by far
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I pop twar, refer twar is on my sample
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Squar to Kamble Joar is, come learn who I are
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It's the boy from PR, Brook-nam veteran
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Ex-drug pedaling, medicine by the jar
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Turn proof superhuman, hear me raw
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Started stampee with a yaw and a jungle, fuck a tarr
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Sandman, I fuck up the guitars,
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Beat up any drum barehanded, like a paw
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Millon-karat diamond rhyming
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Try to find a flaw
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Better off tryna find an undiscovered dinosaur
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In an unidentified flying object flying off
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With Nessie and a yeti taking selfies, all aboard
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Y'all niggas look bored
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Wanna see a monster? Well, come on
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Sarom play the horn, I trasform like Kahn
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Edison better than whatever you niggas are on
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I can't stomach you niggas, cattle curr
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You design an umbrella, can't weather the storm
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Pure toxic rain pouring into metal storm
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Magnetic maggots, I'll wrap you faggots with the track plan
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Backwards and the protools clashing
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Why you look surprised, like, you don't know what happened
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Whem OT decided to do a lil' bit of rapping
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Brainwaves blacken, anything whole in front of me turns fraction
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Friction and fraction, listen, freaking Frac
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You no match when I'm spazzin'
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So, nigga, fall back!
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Hope you caught that
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Anyway, I'm back in my proove like a zipper
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Move like a wizard, full of hot air, your balloon
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Is a figment of your imagination
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I'm smooth as the witch that gave Judie Woodie slippers
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No place like home, proof and some liquor
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Preferably Patrone, nickels on mixture
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I'm out here getting money on my bad honey twister
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Fucking on somebody, mother needs a little system
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You niggas got high, caused a few blisters
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Those will get popped anytime I pop a sizzler
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man, you can;t be serious, acting like the Riddler
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Dressing like Robin, matter fact like Robin after her left his 60'
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As a young boy, I wanted to act figure
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Got a little odor, wanted to black six
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I'm back to the activa, not the car, just
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Act vigorous on my mat black Jigsaw
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Carry the 25, now my pat pack's bigga
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Clap, you in detach, that ligga
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Mit from the rest of your body, you mad disfigured
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This album gon' be dangerous, the artwork's a hazmat picture
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But I don't want talk, I let the work speak
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I make the internet flood when I first leak
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So motherfucker, here I am, this next solo album for the fans
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Motherfucker, fuck a first week
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BARS
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Joell Ortiz |