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

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

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

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

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

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 your
So if your 2-2-4-5 technozzels, think can creep
But Keith Murray ain't no sleep
I'll man and dismantle your mandle 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 degrees like a Count Crackula
In fact the factor is compound
For action there's a reaction

Ooh, I lose 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 swirls and
I'm runnin' them off the like Earl and Pearl
This is a basic general classic
Can't nobody see me in God's

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

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