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You puny protozoa, you`re so minute you 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, other are followin
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 from cowards who be tryin
Insistin they come off, I let `em get off
Then come back wit drum tracks, their could get numb off
Blockbustin, like makin love, i`ll never stop
Into system, so just listen
I`m like a neurosurgeon, wit a purer version
I write prescriptions, of that fit in
The gets prescribed, as I kick it live
Cause it`s more that a style, it`s conceptual
My on the scene 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 you like a defensive end as I recommend
you comprehend, I could stomp you in
A battle, contest, or war, what occur
be the forfeiture, of your immature
Insecure for sure, meek, visions of grandeur
To rudely you, and then`ll be breakin you
Taxin without and trackin and snakin you
Makin you succumb to the of gangstarr
By far we are, truly ones son
But if you were to or estimate us losin
You`ll be dyin, tryin to face the fate of delusions
miscalculation, is all you`re statin
So i`m chumpin, punks just like footballs
Cause I want to put y`all, in the messhall
To clean up the slop, and stop all the
Your rap`s crazy wack, so don`t try to that
You`re the vernacular, i`m slappin ya and cappin ya
And closin your jaw, you can`t mess with gangstarr
The and premier always dope with the blessed beats
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"Bon voyage", "sayanora", "arriva derci"
Your ass gets busted doodoo mustard, you to work me
You me - because you copy and falsify
And I don`t care how many step up, you all can try
To and fish for a style, here`s a fishin rod
These rhymes are hittin hard, constantly i`m gettin
Inevitably, I kick a slew
Of lyrics so deep, so don`t sleep, but peep me
Puttin methods on and spinning 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 teachin each one so they become
Essays are relayed to twist you up like french
Or tied up corn braids, cause I got a strong way
Force like police raids to never be
I once was the least paid but I the grade
Cause this ain`t a slave sale and I ain`t the stale
Rapper, no, i`m not a phony microphonist wit no
No type of real or real - talent
And it me violent man
To see all of these bee mc wannabees
Makin g`s for some companies
And lots of money but no idea what is rap and what is
So check out what the wrote
Cause I prevail, give you tales as I unveil
Have enough braincells so I can stay paid
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and rockin the liver
Bouncin and and blastin you to the next seat
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