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

"Bon voyage", "sayanora", "arriva derci"
ass gets busted doodoo mustard, you tried to work me
You irked me - you copy and falsify
And I don`t care how many up, cause you all can try
To wish and fish for a style, here`s a rod
These rhymes are 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 and spinning for each millisecond
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 relayed to you up like french braids
Or tied up corn braids, cause I got a strong way
like police raids to never be delayed
I once was the paid but I made the grade
Cause this ain`t a slave sale and I the same stale
Rapper, no, i`m not a phony wit no blaster
No of real appeal or real - talent
And it makes me man
To see all of peewee bee mc wannabees
Makin g`s for some dumb
And lots of money but no what is rap and what is dope
So check out the guru wrote
Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I
Have enough braincells so I can paid well
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and rockin the liver
Bouncin and boomin and blastin you to the seat
and unique with lots of kick like a cleat
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