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Well the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab I hit the scene, you on my beam And you through my high plains Mind-train shiftin through migraines Spit with that I hit with get you twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport tonsils Inventin new styles all the time pronto by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco Haters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they though
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the You're not gone' be the when our flow reach your brain It's 'bout to
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but not impressed
Checkmate, populous crush, plush Rhymes that just onto your buck buck Just
Just rushin' like the Nile River, we deliver See it's (going in mystery)
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Sit back, close eyes Peep back, got you wide let you get a taste of me It's going in mystery Sit back, close your Peep back, got you wide let you get a taste of me It's down in mystery
You know, I know, you know, I (It's going in mystery)
(Gift of Gab won't you 'em and assure 'em) (That the fire you spit'll burn 'em) Burning up the track and turning up the (Murder one him) Serving what you're Urban anthems (Certain of the fact) for the wack Searching for the (You're off the fatness) Fury of the early mornings after (Worldly disasters) Purely the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em (Like a vice on a melon squeezing on your temples) the bass (as the wind blows) In your (and your mental) hear the taste Instrumentals even break down on you this (We surpass your standards) drastically (Mastering bass), nights so bright (Beneath the skylight) And (and weeks) and months (go by) And (and decades) and we still so fly (While the others are fly by night) And not (we keep writing) Like (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)
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