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it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab I hit the scene, you on my beam And send you through my plains Mind-train shiftin through migraines Spit with I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways
And I'm the honcho, sport golden tonsils Inventin new styles all the time pronto by four, runnin over suckers like a Bronco Haters say the ain't Gonzo but they wrong though
We walking up and locking up the game and up the flame You're not gone' be the same when our flow your brain 'bout to bust
Not your crush, up at our show in a tacky dress Sparking us, 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed
Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous Rhymes that just thrust onto buck buck rush
Just rushin' like the Nile River, we deliver See it's (going in mystery)
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You know, I know, you know, I (It's down in mystery)
(Gift of Gab you learn 'em and assure 'em) (That the that you spit'll burn 'em) Burning up the track and turning up the (Murder one him) Serving what you're gutter anthems (Certain of the fact) Curtains for the Searching for the (You're off the fatness) of the rather early mornings after (Worldly disasters) Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp on 'em (Like a vice on a squeezing tight on your temples) Feel the (as the wind blows) In your face (and your mental) hear the Instrumentals break down on you like this (We surpass your standards) drastically (Mastering bass), setting so bright (Beneath the skylight) And days (and weeks) and (go by) And (and decades) and we still so fly (While the are just fly by night) And not tight (we writing) scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)
The rhyme historian exploring that we got And even so we exploring everything that they not These are the glory days for lyricisits, we plot Wait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it (we plotx4, c'mon) The rhyme exploring everything that we got And even more so we exploring everything that not These are the days of lyricisits, forever we plot (It's down in mystery)
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Sit back, close your back, got you open wide I'll let you get a of me It's going down in Sit back, close eyes Peep back, got you open I'll let you get a of me It's going in mystery