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This out
To all the big head
And all big head bitches
You know my

Yo, yo, yo, yo
melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic
So you can't see the topic, combo
Blaze the heat to your mourning like Alonzo
Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my
Another bad desperado, trapped in
The hills and the El Dorados, but you do that

Welcome to the wheel of fortune where Pat Sajak
Bring it to these cats often, the payback
Is when I men, to purgatory
Stick a pen, do 'em in, eight stories
In the naked Mr. Method, runner
Blood stain on my track record, top

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw
Can't now, hard as a brick, what's this
'em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Hold this down, she don't know you better school her
by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Step by step, by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

Check my agenda, mind bender
No retreat, no surrender, head
Death dishonor, sword and golden armor
Undetected stealth bomber, blow the
immaculate conception, hit yo' section
With my def squad connection, the bandit
E double up dammit, lung

Flow taste like a sandwich, now you know
It's time that I take advantage, take yo
Cops me red-handed
Blood on the floor
Or was it Jackson
it, time for some action
Check my re-runs an see happening

You know sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's
Make 'em get down, where I fit, more grip
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better her
Step by step, by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Step by step, inch by inch, by piece, bit by bit

You it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Can't now, hard as a brick, what's this
Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more
Hold this shit down, she don't you better school her

Before she get her back
Jealous men don't and get clapped on
Now I'm
Automate and keep it goin', and exact
Runnin' track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch 'em wit my rap
frost, leave 'em frozen
Bust flows and never lay text without my

Hand writin', ass whippin', I keep
At any head-on collision, throw wit precision
And decision, tell your old folk
And your children I'm dealin'
Good times, and hood rhymes the villain
Till I see you at the motherfuckers

You know it's sick now, a little bit, aw shit
Can't quit now, as a brick, what's this
Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better her
Step by step, inch by inch, by piece, bit by bit
Step by step, inch by inch, by piece, bit by bit
Step by step, by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

This one is dedicated to my big niggaz
And all big head bitches
All them big head