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I'm the beer rational national
My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the
Wassup wavy, thanks to my King Tee-la
The host wit the most, I'm coast to coast like Peela

The Cowboys beat the Steelers so where's my 50 dollar
Boom bap to your cap if eyes is lookin' shiftee
In this game of your ass will never win
And let you play B B Rickers wit Quik, and Mack 10

Who to come join these words like conjunction
A friend before I the end to your bodily functions
When I speak I go deep, like when I'm it
You up empty like your Mother Hubbard's cabinet

you keep comin' with rhymes guns so deeply
Example is the school of niggaz so peep me
You Range-Rovin', Tommy Hil and bustin'
While I'm in the studio lyrics in my socks

And the A C is broken, no jokin', we got the
Without the coke-in, the fuckin' DAT is smokin'
The pizza ain't here, we out of beer
And I this motherfuckin' engineer is a queer

And my dip is blowin' up my hip whats up
(Eh, J-Ro the lord really wants his money)
Aww,

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I for the best and expect the worst
Get off my chest every time I bust a verse

Ain't no describin', the way Tash be feelin' when he's vibin'
Be like a deadly secret agent on assignment
Don't wit microfilms, I want the microphones and tables
that some niggaz stole while I was at a wit my label

'Cause Tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that
Put you down 'cause lyrics suck more than Divine Brown
While I'm off that Crown gettin' party at the Atmospheric
Wit the and the Hennessey to get y'all in the spirit

So bounce to the lyrics of the noble Likwit
Get the out or try to maintain like X and Gloria
Poundin' surroundin', stuffin' at you from the Liks
Styles harder to decode graffiti on the bricks

So read my tag and weep while I you off the deep
Wit the Alkie style that you and made Quantum wanna leap
'Cause Tash in the streets plays for on micros
It's the never ending for west coast rap titles

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I hope for the best and the worst
Get stress off my chest time I bust a verse

Yo I walk in the place, kicks
Wit a bitter beer face, naw a case
(A 40?)
Wit flows these, we not your average MC's
We be the masters of ceremonies

These rappers come out then turn fake like rayon
Put I choose to stick to the like a crayon
In order to go pop, we'd have to comin' fresher
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And there ain't no when we bout to explode
Like tall cans in the freezer when get too cold
We gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto
than half a million know these beats got soul

We still pressure, thats my motivation
To let this drunk technique through out the nation
I'm out, for weeks wit no sleep
And no roll in the 'cause I know this shits gotta blow

you see me on the mic we go buck for buck
We only battle decent niggaz, so be y'all suck
'Cause if I take ten steps and around I'll destroy ya
my style be up in niggaz like I'm Oscar De La Hoya

The crew you got before ya, Tash the top
So try to stay on float while the current pulls you
'Cause read what it stands fool, like on the
Wit skills they teach your ass at Cal State Fullerton

I'm in the like the Bulls at home
Wit mad stains on my shirt all the beer and foam
'Cause the crew wit all the brew, squads like treasures
Wit the Hennessey and Coke tryin' to deal wit pressure