oh, man, cats be askin me do i love rap, you no i treat rap the way it's supposed to be treated ya know, illegal thoughts, motavating manuvers, a first class ticket to the hottest place imagine ya know, straight lust, check it.
chorus: i treat rap like cops and illegal dollars twist like a do it til the world bust like a choppa x2
ya read my attentions bounce so and start your engines i can it to another dimension time and more space my energy heat it up like the north i see the pace in rhymes like a i try to get like an editor sweat when im two steps ahead of ya im in and out of the studio on the i got a mash, the cash whiplash 'cause a motherfucka got it so can put it past anyone comin realer my attemptin like coke on a mirror quite a who rock tight shit and get the to swang like a night stick shake it up lifeless, of terror nuttin else but myself to rule era.
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the way, my rap is great, full time in ya mind im'a captivate so ya better bystand with no mic stand you couldnt rock the house with a live band i be ready just to take the heat go and the freak and im'a lace the beat with technique not found first chump step up straight got clowned knocked down face first the back...rap a tap glich, release the rounds so ya flinch gimme ya engine im'a take em out we just ya fuck lo profile
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last standin and plannin certified dose so ya gunna demand it take shit over like a new prince and ever since we re-rinse wit new prints everyone straight bag waggin grabbin i mean the shit u couldnt imagine. my momma gunna weep but i keep flyin like a i be 50 years old and still saggin. mind control about a gram a dose im'a explode land and blows really expect to understand it tho stay candid with ur standard flow while i stay like a lion, bitch down compounds like a scientist increase production ya smackin up mc's til i rest in peace.
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