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Cowabunga, I'm takin' straight under
You see me like Stevie Wonder
Thunderclap full blown roulette on the microphone
your chromosomes like a cyclone

And raps get the gun claps
A whack on the ground of the head with my ill skill
I'ma kill me a motherfucker tonight
Step out the nocturnal to the night, word 'em up

your sight and put you in fright
And all you fight 'cause my game is mad tight, aight
Yo, E might be my last album son, hell no
'Cause niggas trying to play us like nobodies

I'm a fuck and murder everybody
And get crazy buck wild the shottie
You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 million
'Cause I'm

Ooh, I lose my cool
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I lose my cool

I'm from the dirtiest, stinkiest part of Long
But in corner of the world, my style be whiling
And I'm dead serious though I may be smiling
I'm the shadier character in back of the hoodie

Coming to get you for goodies
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels, think can creep
But Keith ain't losing no sleep
I'll man handle and dismantle your mandle down to thorax
On wax a bloody axe

But on the real for the real, the real I on Capital Hill
And ill of skill
Breakin' shit up with like a Count Crackula
In fact the is compound fractures
For every action a reaction

Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I might lose my

We are the world, I'm shakin' and and takin'
Niggas down to and twirls
I'm runnin' them off the ball Earl and Pearl
This is a basic classic situation
Can't nobody see me in God's

I steps it up from expectation
And funk illustrations, you can still
Perhaps you would like me to make the callap
And make your lungs

You represent, he represent, I
The sick bizarre twist is I torment in my performance
Kickin' twitchin' myopic topics
Niggas be like, "Stop it, you got the illiotics",