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You puny protozoa, you`re so minute you didn`t the
Gang has been watchin but of just squashin you
I`m scoopin you up out of the you wallow in
Like a chemist, other scientists are followin
to examine you, on a petrie dish
Sticking you and frickin you, just a bit
I`m clever, with science, but relyin
On false words from who forever be tryin
Insistin come off, I let `em get some off
Then come back wit tracks, their ears could get numb off
Blockbustin, like makin love, i`ll never stop
Into your system, so listen
I`m like a neurosurgeon, operatin wit a version
I prescriptions, of words that fit in
The thought prescribed, as I kick it live
Cause it`s more that a style, it`s conceptual
My effect on the scene is, to project that I this
You deadbeat, wait you see my next feat
I get respect for the rep when I
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I`m rushin you like a end as I recommend
That you comprehend, I could you in
A battle, contest, or war, will occur
Will be the forfeiture, of immature
Insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of
To rudely awaken you, and then`ll be you
Taxin without askin and trackin and you
you succumb to the drums of gangstarr
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 just like footballs
Cause I want to put y`all, back in the
To clean up the slop, and stop all the
Your rap`s wack, so don`t try to pull that
You`re the vernacular, i`m slappin ya and cappin ya
And closin your jaw, cause you can`t mess with
The guru and premier always dope 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 - because you and falsify
And I don`t care how step up, cause you all can try
To wish and fish for a style, a fishin rod
These rhymes are hard, constantly i`m gettin large
Inevitably, I readily a slew
Of lyrics so deep, so sleep, but just peep me
Puttin methods on records and spinning for each
33 displays the art of men
And as my rhymin builds you see my time chill
And then I look upon ones
I`m teachin each one so become redone
are relayed to twist you up like french braids
Or tied up like corn braids, cause I got a way
Force like police to never be delayed
I once was the least paid but I 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 type of real appeal or real -
And it me violent man
To see all of these bee mc wannabees
g`s for some dumb companies
And lots of money but no what is rap and what is dope
So out what the guru wrote
Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I
Have enough so I can stay paid well
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and the liver beats
Bouncin and boomin and blastin you to the next
Shiek and unique with lots of like a cleat
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