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Ya niggas
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Uh
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All you can do is die slow
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All you can do is die
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Fuck
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Die nigga
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Yo, you me, no contest, my tongue hydraulics
Strong to flip a '64 Impala with 3 adult passengers
And a 4 hundred driver
And drown you in less an ounce of your own saliva

Rubber face rappers get, like elastic
Claymation wit verbal vernacular
Slappin' ya, like a water rafter
Or a Olympic kayaked, paddlin' across the

My afterburners'll be burnin' you
Ya' body already been splashed with acid and you to ashes
Assassins camouflaged in the blastin'
Leavin' blood all ya' lady like Jackie O'Nassis

I'll fly ya' body outta
Perform plastic while we airborne and switch caskets
Then lie to the masses, tell 'em that
You got murdered over some West beef, between rappers

Radio stations'll express sadness
classics back to back and pass out stop the violence pamphlets
Just imagine, every night ya' girls ya' best friend
you in hell throwin' tantrums

I'll be in a mansion somewhere out in the Hamptons
Givin' some ass bitch a spankin', nigga you can't win
I'm 'cause you a has been
You'll never get ya' back

So don't bother askin', Angela Bassett
just get ya' ass kicked
Get ya' head chopped off and dropped in a
My left taken but my right ones free
That means I could diss another emcee

Wit rhymes that clearer than liquid crystal
My lyrical is more visual than television pixels
I pistols, hit you wit' miniature missiles
ya' body wit' holes then watch the blood sprinkle

Ya probably had no idea what you was into
On the mic, Can-i-bus is
you

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Hey yo, that got an attitude
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Yeah, he be actin'
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And he's trynna' battle you
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That last was terrible

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When on the radio
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He got a clean mouth
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Yeah, every he freestyles
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His words be gettin' out

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You got the
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Naw, I heard it was
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You got the album? I said it was
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But the shit don't out till next week

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Hey yo, I like the nigga's
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Yo that shit be bugged out
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Hey yo, nigga Bis dumbs out
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He too long to come out

To you bitch niggas who alot but walk the block, in halter tops
Left side of ya chest, mark the
That's where a nigga put it, I'm hooded
Then fill you up wit big bullets prepare you for some 6 footage

Know what is, me and Bis, through ya courtyard
Creepin' wit a four-five and reachin' for ya door
a gun under ya chin, see how quick your whore rise
One shot could have a short slide, right out the North

Your flow is porkrine, spit the small oints
I'm nasty, but my joints grip the bar point
Drop on top of the blue line, beside the red one
Keep the flow fearsome, 'til the day my done

Bring it to ya ass if you the challengin'
those, surroundin' the mic, sound of the light
To the Journ, y'all ain't no splitters
True to you niggas, lay you out on MD's, recoupin' ya

Shoutin' my
Ya best to control the soldier boy
Or homicide be all over you poys with Polaroids

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Yeah, yo nigga Journalist gets busy yo
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I he's from Philly yo
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I seen him in Bis
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so skinny tho'

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Now rollin' wit Canibus?
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I even understand his shit
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That nigga sounds an amateur
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Yo, I Jay manage him

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Yo, he got some gold shit
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Man, some old shit
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Yeah yo, the niggas that he wit'
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let 'em hold it

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He got alotta
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No he
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Every time, when I see him in the back of the
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