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[repeating in "rock, the body body - rock the body body"

Dino the specialist

Arms, yo
Meth-Tical, John John do your thing
Check it

The all eye seein, divine
The truth out, the temper in my spine
A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms bit me
I for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh)
A head ringa, stuffed in of frenzy
Back the fuck up, I'm stimmi off the Remi
A bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts
Every cut, I and try and felt the guts (what?)
what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin
The faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em
Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the
for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin
the grave for gun wavers (what?)
The wave runners, what the blood seed
Make you wonder, the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes slap out your minds
with right timin, bite with vampire

Man:]
Hmm, eye spy, with my eye
Full metal soldiers, born to die
Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when Hammertime
niggaz can't be touched here, the and livin
vision unseen, like Jean
when I hack men The Unforgiven, in prison
in the dirty dungeon, now you succumbin
to my twelve part dirty dozens,
by tracks that be Tru Mastered, attract
beef plus they ass backwards, yourself
til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein
Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the
What the deal Swing low, sweet chariot
I walk the Railroad, with Harriett
Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like
About to put that shit up in em, I Can't
Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and
T2 comin, nobody's safe
I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase
when the coppers give chase, I give em
The only singer, to tell America
to kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can ya
from this major misbehavior, hands
layin in the elevator, guard your grill

I speculate, get my straight, don't exaggerate
Dictate, do it the Papermate, set the plate
set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental
take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate
Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess
tank, high rank, got the bank
Got the shank talk the talk the walk from New York
to Up North to to L.A., to all day
To cliches to instant replays, to all the
To in the PJ's, equality days
With money like legs I eggs, Pele roundhead
The dog bred, runnin from red, catch dead
is on, take your uniform, we perform
shit like gangs in Now Born, for new Don
Fuck a Yukon, you warned, we the realest
We never were conned, duffed out and born

[repeat til fade:] ("Rock, the body - rock the body body")