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You puny protozoa, you`re so you didn`t know the
Gang has watchin but instead of just squashin you
I`m you up out of the muck you wallow in
Like a chief chemist, scientists are followin
Plannin to examine you, on a dish
Sticking you and frickin you, just a bit
I`m clever, with science, but relyin
On false from cowards who forever be tryin
Insistin they off, I let `em get some off
Then come back wit drum tracks, their ears get numb off
Blockbustin, like makin love, i`ll never stop
your system, so just listen
I`m a neurosurgeon, operatin wit a purer version
I prescriptions, of words that fit in
The gets prescribed, as I kick it live
Cause it`s more that a style, conceptual genius
My effect on the scene is, to project that I this
You deadbeat, wait until you see my 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, what occur
Will be the forfeiture, of immature
for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur
To rudely awaken you, and be breakin you
Taxin askin and trackin and snakin you
Makin you to the drums of gangstarr
By far we are, gifted ones son
But if you to speculate or estimate us losin
be dyin, tryin to face the fate of your delusions
Cause miscalculation, is all statin
So i`m chumpin, puntin punks just footballs
Cause I to put y`all, back in the messhall
To clean up the slop, and all the bullcrap
Your rap`s crazy wack, so try to pull that
lackin the vernacular, i`m slappin ya and cappin ya
And closin jaw, cause you can`t 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 doodoo mustard, you tried to me
You irked me - because you copy and
And I don`t care how step up, cause you all can try
To wish and for a style, here`s a fishin rod
These 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 spinning for each
33 displays the art of men
And as my rhymin builds you see my time chill
And then I look weak ones
I`m each one so they become redone
Essays are relayed to twist you up like french
Or tied up like corn braids, I got a strong way
Force police raids to never be delayed
I was the least paid but I made the grade
Cause this a slave sale and I ain`t the same stale
Rapper, no, i`m not a phony microphonist wit no
No type of real appeal or real -
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 out what the guru wrote
Cause I will prevail, give you as I unveil
Have enough so I can stay paid well
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and rockin the beats
and boomin and blastin you to the next seat
Shiek and unique with lots of kick like a
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