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It's still that bubble goose time grind rhyme
Ski mask over the face shit too abrasive for time
Bons Bons after Wontons
Bon for the streets opposite of the thong song
That curse on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park back the arts spirit
Designer versus generic the streets engineer it
say it's authentic cause you know it when you hear it
I ain't heard it in a minute so I murder gimmick
And I in ill like I'm working in a clinic
I author a authentic brand of
The
Their kill like there's SARS in the envelope
This ain't that murder it's that to get you further
More fish burgers spit it with a purpose
Make the verse worth it it Til it's perfect
to my jack, you know my work kid

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to it back this is a robbery
I'm not trying to it that hard for you
Everybody put your up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, it back
Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting
I ain't trying to make it hard for you
But everybody, get your up like I'm robbing you.

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You ninjas are struggling I em like Clubber Lang
Ajax Warrior, crushing gang
The rules to this is there are none
Eat all the first second from bar one
done, your reign has ran
Velvet now removed see the iron hand
And the man who's behind it, never blinded
any climate, deliver the diamond
And the women find it, my mind I shine with
Bring em back to my crib and show em the
Dirty version crews I'm murking be working girls be twerking
And I'm certain you can drop it a curtain
Put a on the airwaves
Listeners brains be trained to not that they are slaves
Now the wolfs out the cave, who wanna be
You can say a million but you still my prey

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to take it this is a robbery
I'm not trying to make it that for you
put your hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it
Chains getting snatched and heroes is smacked
I ain't to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm you.

From cardboard to microphones I rhyme on
DJs spin it heads it in the Scion
Lex, Beamer, horse, south to north
Verbal like a champagne cork popping off
Who it with the one man 300 the Spartan
Turn a house to Madison Square Garden
Beg your pardon, me not starting
But finish it, have you on a milk carton
Rock my darling the tree sparking
them cornballs they are dead men walking
It's exhausting, stop your barking
a new day at dawn and your final warning

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to take it back is a robbery
I'm not trying to it that hard for you
Everybody put your hands up I'm robbing you
it forward, bring it back
Chains snatched and heroes is getting smacked
I ain't to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get hands up like I'm robbing you.