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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 you, on a petrie dish
Sticking you and you, just a teenie bit
I`m clever, with science, but relyin
On false from 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 listen
I`m like a neurosurgeon, wit a purer version
I write prescriptions, of words fit in
The thought prescribed, as I kick 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 for the rep when I speak
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I`m rushin you a defensive end as I recommend
That you comprehend, I stomp you in
A battle, contest, or war, what occur
Will be the forfeiture, of immature
for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur
To awaken you, and then`ll be breakin you
Taxin askin and trackin and snakin you
you succumb to the drums of gangstarr
By far we are, truly gifted son
But if you were to speculate or estimate us
You`ll be dyin, tryin to face the fate of delusions
Cause miscalculation, is all statin
So i`m chumpin, puntin punks just footballs
I want to put y`all, back in the messhall
To clean up the slop, and stop all the
Your crazy 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 gangstarr
The guru and premier dope with the blessed beats
Dance your ass off hobbes, check the

"Bon voyage", "sayanora", "arriva derci"
Your ass gets doodoo mustard, you tried to work me
You irked me - because you and falsify
And I don`t care how many up, cause 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 kick a
Of lyrics so deep, so don`t sleep, but peep me
Puttin methods on records and for each millisecond
33 rpm`s the art of men
And as my rhymin you see my time it`s chill
And then I look upon ones
I`m each one so they become redone
Essays are relayed to twist you up french braids
Or tied up like corn braids, I got a strong way
like police raids to never be delayed
I once was the least but I made the grade
Cause this ain`t a slave sale and I ain`t the same
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 but no idea 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 stay well
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and the liver beats
Bouncin and boomin and blastin you to the seat
Shiek and unique lots of kick like a cleat
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