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It's still that bubble goose time grind rhyme
Ski mask over the shit too abrasive for prime time
It's Bons Bons Wontons
Bon appetite for the opposite of the thong song
That curse on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park back the arts spirit
versus generic the streets they engineer it
Won't say authentic cause you know it when you hear it
I ain't heard it in a so I murder every gimmick
And I specialize in ill like I'm in a clinic
I author a brand of dope
The
Their messages kill like there's in the envelope
ain't that murder it's that shit to get you further
More fish less spit it with a purpose
Make the verse worth it plan it Til 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 to make it that hard for you
put your hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, it back
Chains getting snatched and heroes is smacked
I ain't trying to make it that for you
But everybody, get hands up like I'm robbing you.

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You ninjas are struggling I snuff em like Lang
Ajax Warrior, another gang
The rules to this game is there are
Eat all the comp second from bar one
Ya'll done, your has ran
glove now removed see the iron hand
And the man who's behind it, never been
Survive any climate, the diamond
And the will find it, my mind I shine with
Bring em back to my and show em the Heimlich
Dirty version crews I'm words 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 know that they are
Now the out the cave, who wanna be brave?
You can say a million prayers but you still my

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to take it back is a robbery
I'm not to make it that hard for you
put your hands up like I'm robbing you
Move it forward, bring it
Chains snatched and heroes is getting smacked
I ain't trying to 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 to Madison Square Garden
Beg your pardon, trouble me not
But finish it, have you on a milk carton
Rock my darling keep the tree
Tell cornballs they are dead men walking
exhausting, chump stop your barking
It's a new day at dawn and final warning

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm here to take it back this is a
I'm not trying to make it that for you
Everybody put your hands up like I'm you
Move it forward, it back
getting 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.