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Since my special friend, come closer 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 else's private
Your mom and dad will you so

One: Bigg Jus

Yo' eyes get, blind like Tupac gettin shot in the
Most MC's styles is of my freestyles as a hobby
I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot
My on promos seem strange like someone's not home
Bigg Jus the outsider on your dream field
styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty shields
Expose more moles out the closet that paint on your tenement
Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their
It's the baby-faced lieutenant the Luck like Luciano
Hardcore Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the Don Dada
the license to give more ass whippings than Father
You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like
Make most crews like blackheads on Oxy creme
Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat
Through brain facilities with the science of
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 much shit my anus an ice pack
In fact I'm all that, El-P yo the horns back

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

And again
In one we have proven
That we can rip all these signed big motherfuckers
(89.9)
Peace to Stretch and
(Bob-bi-to!)

Verse El-P

Ye lyrics of fire
Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, to B-boy actors fracture
Negative below wind chill factor
The is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching
My supersonics leave you like Maggie Simpson
El-P I defy translation
Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your situation
Practice perfection like Ricki Like exposes white trash
My shit is strange X-file 2-6-7 whiplash
Triple felon minus the melanin
When I bomb it the type of shit to make Baby Jessica jump in the well
Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the master
Lactose breaking down your fractals till you're flaccid
I'm leaving Las like a hundred flying Elvises
Raid, spot my prey, swoop and cross their pelvises
Rat like David grill smoke bitch
Catch my frozen suspended
You couldn't even fuck with my idle
My birthright I'm pulling swords from high tone beam
Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a scream, fetus
The raw daddy prove Krush Groove unstoppable
Testing luck it's 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 five

(whispered 5x)

Just a

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

Jus, Lune TNS
The almighty
The DJ Mr. Len
Company swinging it to you live for '95