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Well the microphone ripper, party-rockin Gift of Gab I hit the scene, lift you on my And send you through my plains shiftin through your migraines Spit with I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport tonsils new styles all the time like pronto Four by four, runnin over suckers a Bronco Haters say the lyrics Gonzo but they wrong though
We walking up and locking up the game and sparking up the You're not be the same when our flow reach your brain It's to bust
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not
Checkmate, crush, monstrous plush Rhymes that thrust onto your buck buck Just
Just like the Nile River, power we deliver See it's (going in mystery)
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