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Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty the crew And she be for head, she want a tape and dreads And thought of you, a little My shit'll bring the epitome of bitterly living crazy minded trying to tell us How you do it on the power-U, simple shit'll get props Don't let me it God I swing it hard like little kid bops So front I keep the vexin', but to the heads pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin'
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from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance Filth eatin' weaklings, we're bum rushin' like dirty Raisin', my Iron Curtain revealin' my the gospel No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis top seeded Not meanin' to cause a racket, or the menace My words speak for themselves, so me on the mic I've got more presence Than attendance in a of schizophrenics, hear hear
to that pick up raps, intoxicating Got your craving my living proof, of speech and wine To' up from the flow but pass the liquor it's over Henny dead even when twisted I get open Venetian blinds Company Flow, the fire in which you slow I remain J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the you ought not I remain
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I'm known to arsenic mickies in talk soup then reform With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three Alphabetically listed Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I See the creatures scurry, I the killer, caution Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my portion Spade my excrement bitch parody Your is my clarity, not to mention convention Is a great war weapon, under the guise of institutionalism But still prison, the bad batch of
Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass On the wack I keep tabs Timothy Leary and or Ascap The iron lung is non rustable, you're As in dust or sonic contracts haven't been thoroughly debated Got my name up in your mouth like cock or every rhyme becomes the official New for wannabewriters
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It gives me great pleasure true elements get together And lace the track rough to withstand, any type of weather If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the With a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, if you sniff it These, stupid ones pop the Then lean into the religion Watch these styles box you up with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patterns Not beyond your comprehension but ejected beyond the barrel
Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once as Earth That gravitated, before inner violence it up, then it burnt It be these two style slide who will rock off any beat you push Cell therapy down south goodie mob and special Ed's the It's like this, for the niggaz who got caught sleepin' and know It be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around Coming at you in a blazing orange vest thirty yard night scope First day of deer hunting, you got out like the foreign Juss Not the of nigga to steal any scene too long son I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm