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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 scoopin you up out of the muck you in
Like a chief chemist, scientists are followin
Plannin to you, on a petrie dish
you and frickin you, just a teenie bit
I`m clever, with science, but relyin
On false from cowards who forever be tryin
Insistin they come off, I let `em get off
Then come back wit drum tracks, their ears get numb off
Blockbustin, like makin love, i`ll stop thrustin
Into your system, so just
I`m like a neurosurgeon, wit a purer version
I write prescriptions, of words fit in
The thought gets prescribed, as I kick it
Cause it`s more that a style, it`s genius
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 I speak
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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 immature
Insecure for sure, meek, visions of grandeur
To rudely awaken you, and be breakin you
Taxin without and trackin and snakin you
Makin you to the drums of gangstarr
By far we are, truly ones son
But if you to speculate or estimate us losin
You`ll be dyin, to face the fate of your delusions
Cause miscalculation, is all statin
So i`m chumpin, puntin just like footballs
Cause I want to put y`all, in the messhall
To clean up the slop, and stop all the
Your crazy wack, so don`t try to pull that
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 dope with the blessed
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"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 and fish for a style, here`s a fishin rod
These rhymes are hard, constantly i`m gettin large
Inevitably, I kick a slew
Of lyrics so deep, so don`t sleep, but just me
methods on records and spinning for each millisecond
33 rpm`s the art of men
And as my rhymin builds you see my time it`s
And then I look weak ones
I`m teachin each one so they become
Essays are relayed to twist you up french braids
Or tied up like corn braids, cause I got a way
Force like police to never be delayed
I once was the least but I made the grade
Cause this ain`t a slave sale and I the same 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 peewee bee mc
Makin g`s for some companies
And lots of but no idea what is rap and what is dope
So check out the guru wrote
Cause I prevail, give you tales 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 like a cleat
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