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You puny protozoa, so minute you didn`t know the
Gang has been watchin but instead of squashin you
I`m you up out of the muck you wallow in
Like a chief chemist, other scientists are
Plannin to you, on a petrie dish
Sticking you and frickin you, a teenie bit
I`m clever, with science, but never
On false words cowards who forever be tryin
Insistin they come off, I let `em get off
Then come wit drum tracks, their ears could get numb off
Blockbustin, makin love, i`ll never stop thrustin
your system, so just listen
I`m like a neurosurgeon, operatin wit a purer
I write prescriptions, of that fit in
The thought gets prescribed, as I it live
Cause it`s more that a style, it`s conceptual
My effect on the is, to project that I mean this
You deadbeat, until 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
you comprehend, I could stomp you in
A battle, contest, or war, what will
Will be the forfeiture, of your
Insecure for sure, meek, weak of grandeur
To rudely awaken you, and be breakin you
Taxin askin and trackin and snakin you
Makin you succumb to the of gangstarr
By far we are, truly gifted son
But if you were to or estimate us losin
You`ll be dyin, to face the fate of your delusions
Cause miscalculation, is all statin
So i`m chumpin, punks just like footballs
I want to put y`all, back in the messhall
To clean up the slop, and stop all the
rap`s crazy wack, so don`t try to pull that
You`re the vernacular, i`m slappin ya and cappin ya
And closin your jaw, you can`t mess with gangstarr
The guru and premier always with the blessed beats
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"Bon voyage", "sayanora", "arriva derci"
Your ass gets doodoo mustard, you tried to work me
You irked me - because you copy and
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 hittin hard, 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 millisecond
33 displays 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 they redone
are relayed to twist you up like french braids
Or tied up like corn braids, cause I got a way
Force like police raids to never be
I once was the least paid but I the grade
Cause this ain`t a slave and I ain`t the same stale
Rapper, no, i`m not a phony microphonist wit no
No type of real or real - talent
And it makes me man
To see all of these peewee bee mc
g`s for some dumb companies
And of money but no idea what is rap and what is dope
So out what the guru wrote
Cause I will prevail, you tales as I unveil
Have braincells so I can stay paid well
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and rockin the liver
and boomin and blastin you to the next seat
Shiek and unique with lots of kick a cleat
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