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Since you're my special friend, come for a special treat
(Uh)
I'm going to let you me in a special place
(But I don't want to you there)

It is never ok to touch someone private parts
Your mom and dad will you so

One: Bigg Jus

Yo' eyes get, blind Tupac gettin shot in the lobby
MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones
My cameos on promos seem strange like not home
Bigg Jus the outsider on your dream field
With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty
more moles out the closet that lead paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots than niggaz got in their pigment
It's the baby-faced lieutenant the Luck like Luciano
Hardcore like Kool G Rap music for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don
with the license to more ass whippings than Father
You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of like telepathy
Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy
Under the I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek
brain facilities with the science of microchemistry
This history of my hip hop is too deep to be
Bitch recollect don't even step or try to test it black
Bigg Jus, I drop so shit my anus needs an ice pack
In fact I'm all that, yo bring the horns back

(Yes)
Right through the center of your focus picture a silver needle
(You are sir)
Piercing the outer lens of your

And once
In one verse we have
That we can rip all these signed big budget
(89.9)
Peace to Stretch and
(Bob-bi-to!)

Verse El-P

Ye olde lyrics of
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to actors fracture
Negative thirty below chill factor
The counteraction is a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you mute like Maggie
Taxidermist I defy translation
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your situation
Practice exposing perfection like Ricki Like white trash
My shit is strange X-file number whiplash
Triple felon emcee the melanin
When I bomb it the type of shit to make Baby jump in the well again
Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the master
Lactose breaking your fucking fractals till you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las like a hundred flying Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, swoop and cross their pelvises
Rat nerve like grill smoke bitch
Catch my frozen frame
You even fuck with my idle fidget
My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones high tone
Phonetically abort it try to distort it and a silent scream, fetus
The raw daddy prove Krush Groove unstoppable
Testing it's like sucking on lead pink popsicles
The enigma, no one can fuck with me yet but I'm not
(You battle?)
It's better to in the
(mirror)
Say Candyman times

(whispered 5x)

Just a

(Candyman)
To be the man you to beat the man
(It's so now)
Me and Jus
(The light)
Company clan
(I can it)
Mr. Len,
89.9
Hit me with that shit some

Jus, Lune TNS
The El-P
The DJ Mr. Len
Company Flow swinging it to you for '95