Now, we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
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Words force fed to your mind.
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Trace the source brother, brother.
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Face the music, don't confuse it for another.
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Nothing comes close to this
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Kiss the sky.
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These grands change hands
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As our fans multiply.
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We push rhymes.
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People gather 몉ound when we
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Kick them.
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Go Boy, Shifty stick 멷m.
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Ha ha ha stick 멷m.
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Burning bridges, smoking ism,
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Losing my religion,
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Shooting the breeze,
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We got these MC's ass kissing.
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If you can't take the heat,
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Then get your ass out of the kitchen.
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I freak it off the wall.
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Crammin? slammin?points of view
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Into your fucking skull.
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Bitch, that's why we stick 멷m.
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[CHORUS:]
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Stick 멷m
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Ha ha ha stick 멷m
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Ha stick 멷m, ha ha ha stick 멷m.
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Stick 멷m, ha ha ha stick 멷m
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Stick 멷m, stick-em, stick 멷m.
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Stick 멷m, ha ha ha stick 멷m.
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Ha stick 멷m, ha ha ha stick 멷m.
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Well, I tapped you on the spinal
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With an anesthetic.
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Epic is the definition
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Written into grooves of vinyl.
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It's called survival,
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When I drop the stylish into friction.
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Techtonic traits.
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Drifting like the plates,
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It shakes like the quakes in Cali.
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The mystic Majaraji.
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Mission of the kamikaze comeback kid.
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Producer super status.
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I'm here to claim my reign
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As the baddest beat peddler.
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So, place your bet middler.
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The roof is a blaze.
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And yo, we're smoking out the fiddler.
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We're sipping on a hundred proof liquor.
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Welcome to the dooms day dawning.
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Hot like the sun.
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No time to relax.
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We pack the doomsday gun.
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[CHORUS]
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Call me a drifter, richter.
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When I hit you with the stick 멷m.
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I'm talking shit.
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The pit starter.
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A wanted man.
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The one who cuffed your daughter
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To my bed stand
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AND
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I talk a lot of shit
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because I know a lot of shit
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I know, I said I'd quit.
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But I just want another hit.
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It's madness.
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Pimping like Gladys,
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The baddest.
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Maintain our status.
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That is no question.
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Releasing tension,
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As we step into the seventh dimension.
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This jabber jaw's, jaws are slapping.
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We's what's happening.
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Bones are breaking
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And fingers snapping.
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The pressure's on
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With non-stop action.
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Whether banging your head
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Or steady maxing.
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[CHORUS]
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Face The Music
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| Crazy Town |
