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It's still that goose winter time grind rhyme
Ski mask the face shit too abrasive for prime time
It's Bons after Wontons
Bon appetite for the streets of the thong song
barbaric curse on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park bringing the arts spirit
Designer versus generic the streets they it
Won't say it's authentic you know it when you hear it
I ain't it in a minute so I murder every gimmick
And I specialize in ill like I'm working in a
I author a authentic of dope
The
Their messages kill there's SARS in the envelope
This that murder it's that shit to get you further
More fish less burgers spit it 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 take it this is a robbery
I'm not to make it that hard for you
Everybody put hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, it back
Chains snatched and heroes is getting smacked
I ain't to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm you.

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You ninjas are struggling I em like Clubber Lang
Ajax Warrior, crushing another
The rules to game is there are none
Eat all the comp first from bar one
Ya'll done, reign has ran
Velvet glove now removed see the hand
And the man who's behind it, never been
Survive any climate, the diamond
And the women will find it, my mind I shine
Bring em back to my crib and show em the
Dirty version crews I'm murking words be working be twerking
And I'm certain you can it like a curtain
Put a on the airwaves
Listeners brains be trained to not know they are slaves
Now the wolfs out the cave, who wanna be
You can say a million prayers but you still my

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

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

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