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You puny protozoa, so minute you didn`t know the
Gang has been but instead of just squashin you
I`m you up out of the muck you wallow in
Like a chief chemist, scientists are followin
Plannin to examine you, on a dish
you and frickin you, just a teenie bit
I`m clever, science, but never relyin
On false words from cowards who forever be
Insistin come off, I let `em get some off
Then come back wit tracks, their ears could get numb off
Blockbustin, makin love, i`ll never stop thrustin
Into system, so just listen
I`m a neurosurgeon, operatin wit a purer version
I write prescriptions, of words fit in
The thought gets prescribed, as I it live
Cause more that a style, it`s conceptual genius
My effect on the scene is, to that I mean this
You deadbeat, wait you see my next feat
I get respect for the rep I speak
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I`m rushin you a defensive end as I recommend
That you comprehend, I could you in
A battle, contest, or war, what occur
Will be the forfeiture, of your
Insecure for sure, meek, weak of grandeur
To awaken you, and then`ll be breakin you
Taxin askin and trackin and snakin you
Makin you succumb to the drums of
By far we are, gifted ones son
But if you were to or estimate us losin
be dyin, tryin to face the fate of your delusions
Cause miscalculation, is all you`re
So i`m chumpin, puntin punks like footballs
I want to put y`all, back in the messhall
To clean up the slop, and all the bullcrap
Your crazy wack, so don`t try to pull that
You`re lackin the vernacular, i`m slappin ya and ya
And your jaw, cause you can`t mess with gangstarr
The and premier always dope with the blessed beats
Dance your ass off hobbes, the technique

"Bon voyage", "sayanora", "arriva derci"
Your ass gets busted mustard, you tried to work me
You me - because you copy and falsify
And I don`t care how many up, cause you all can try
To wish and fish for a style, a fishin rod
rhymes are hittin hard, constantly i`m gettin large
Inevitably, I kick a slew
Of lyrics so deep, so don`t sleep, but peep me
Puttin methods on records and spinning for each
33 rpm`s the art of men
And as my rhymin builds you see my time it`s
And I look upon weak ones
I`m teachin each one so become redone
Essays are to twist you up like french braids
Or up like corn braids, cause I got a strong way
Force like raids to never be delayed
I was the least paid but I made the grade
this ain`t a slave sale and I ain`t the same stale
Rapper, no, i`m not a phony microphonist wit no
No type of real appeal or - talent
And it makes me man
To see all of these bee mc wannabees
Makin g`s for dumb companies
And lots of money but no idea what is rap and is dope
So check out what the guru
Cause I prevail, give you tales as I unveil
Have enough braincells so I can paid well
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and the liver beats
and boomin and blastin you to the next seat
Shiek and unique lots of kick like a cleat
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