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You puny protozoa, you`re so minute you know the
Gang has been but instead of just squashin you
I`m scoopin you up out of the you wallow in
Like a chief chemist, other scientists are
Plannin to examine you, on a petrie
Sticking you and frickin you, a teenie bit
I`m clever, with science, but relyin
On false words cowards who forever be tryin
they come off, I let `em get some off
Then come back wit drum tracks, ears could get numb off
Blockbustin, like love, i`ll never stop thrustin
Into your system, so just
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, conceptual genius
My effect on the is, to project that I mean this
You deadbeat, wait until you see my feat
I get for the rep when I speak
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I`m rushin you a defensive end as I recommend
you comprehend, I could stomp you in
A battle, contest, or war, what occur
Will be the forfeiture, of immature
Insecure for sure, meek, visions of grandeur
To awaken you, and then`ll be breakin you
Taxin without askin and and snakin 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 punks just like
Cause I want to put y`all, back in the
To up the slop, and stop 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 closin your jaw, cause you mess with gangstarr
The guru and always dope with the blessed beats
Dance your ass off hobbes, check the

"Bon voyage", "sayanora", "arriva derci"
Your ass gets busted mustard, you tried to work me
You irked me - because you copy and
And I don`t care how many step up, you all can try
To and fish for a style, here`s a fishin rod
rhymes are hittin hard, constantly i`m gettin large
Inevitably, I readily a slew
Of so deep, so don`t sleep, but just peep me
methods on records and spinning for each millisecond
33 displays the art of men
And as my rhymin builds you see my it`s chill
And then I look upon weak
I`m teachin one so they become redone
Essays are relayed to twist you up like braids
Or tied up corn braids, cause I got a strong way
Force like police raids to 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 type of real appeal or real -
And it me violent man
To see all of peewee bee mc wannabees
Makin g`s for some companies
And lots of money but no idea what is rap and what is
So out what the guru wrote
I will prevail, give you tales as I unveil
Have enough braincells so I can stay well
Now i`m in the seat, and rockin 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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