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Cowabunga, I'm takin' straight under
You can't see me like Wonder
full blown roulette style on the microphone
Throwin' your like a cyclone

And commercial raps get the gun
A whack on the ground of the head my ill skill raps
kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight
Step out the light nocturnal to the night, 'em up

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

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

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

I'm the dirtiest, stinkiest part of Long Island
But in corner of the world, my style be whiling
And I'm dead serious even 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 Murray ain't losing no
I'll man handle and dismantle your mandle down to your
On wax a bloody axe

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

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

We are the world, I'm shakin' and bakin' and
Niggas down to swirls and
I'm runnin' off the ball like Earl and Pearl
is a basic general classic situation
Can't nobody see me in God's

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

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