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Cowabunga, I'm MC's straight under
You can't see me like Stevie
Thunderclap full roulette style on the microphone
Throwin' your like a cyclone

And commercial get the gun claps
A whack on the ground of the head with my ill 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 fight 'cause my game is mad tight,
Yo, E this might be my album son, hell no
'Cause trying to play us like crumbs nobodies

I'm a fuck around and everybody
And get crazy buck with the shottie
You couldn't see me if you 500 million karats
'Cause I'm

Ooh, I might my cool
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I might lose my
Ooh, I might 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 even though I may be smiling
I'm the shadier cantagonizing character in back of the

Coming to get you for goodies
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels, think y'all can
But Murray ain't losing no sleep
I'll man handle and dismantle your down to your thorax
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 degrees a Count Crackula
In fact the factor is compound
For every action there's a

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

We are the world, I'm and bakin' and takin'
Niggas down to and twirls
I'm runnin' them off the like Earl and Pearl
is a basic general classic situation
Can't see me in God's creation

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

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