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You protozoa, you`re so minute you didn`t know the
Gang has been watchin but instead of just you
I`m scoopin you up out of the muck you 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 words from cowards who forever be tryin
they come off, I let `em get some off
Then come back wit drum tracks, their 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 words fit in
The thought gets prescribed, as I kick it
it`s more that a style, it`s conceptual genius
My effect on the scene is, to that I mean this
You deadbeat, until you see my next feat
I get for the rep when I speak
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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, will occur
Will be the forfeiture, of your
Insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of
To rudely you, and then`ll be breakin you
Taxin without askin and 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, tryin to face the of your delusions
Cause miscalculation, is all statin
So i`m chumpin, puntin punks like footballs
Cause I want to put y`all, back in the
To up the slop, and stop all the bullcrap
Your rap`s crazy wack, so don`t try to pull
You`re lackin the vernacular, i`m ya and cappin ya
And closin your jaw, cause you mess with gangstarr
The guru and premier always 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 - you copy 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 sleep, but just peep me
Puttin methods on records and for each millisecond
33 rpm`s the art of men
And as my builds you see my time it`s chill
And then I upon weak ones
I`m teachin each one so they redone
Essays are relayed to twist you up like braids
Or tied up like corn braids, cause I got a way
like police raids to never be delayed
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 microphonist wit no blaster
No type of real appeal or real -
And it me violent man
To see all of these peewee bee mc
Makin g`s for dumb companies
And lots of money but no what is rap and what is dope
So out what the guru wrote
Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I
Have enough braincells so I can paid well
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and the liver beats
Bouncin and boomin and blastin you to the seat
and unique with lots of kick like a cleat
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