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It's still that bubble goose winter time rhyme
Ski mask the face shit too abrasive for prime time
It's Bons after Wontons
Bon appetite for the streets opposite of the thong
barbaric curse on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park bringing the arts spirit
Designer generic the streets they engineer it
Won't say it's authentic cause you know it when you it
I ain't heard it in a minute so I murder every
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 ain't that murder it's that to get you further
More less burgers spit it with a purpose
Make the verse worth it plan it Til perfect
React to my jack, you my work kid

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
Everybody put your hands up I'm robbing you
Move it forward, it back
Chains getting snatched and heroes is getting
I ain't trying to it that 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 another
The rules to game is there are none
Eat all the comp first second bar one
done, your reign has ran
Velvet now removed see the iron hand
And the man who's behind it, never been
any climate, deliver the diamond
And the women will find it, my 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 it like a curtain
Put a on the airwaves
Listeners brains be trained to not know that are slaves
Now the out the cave, who wanna be brave?
You can say a prayers but you still my prey

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
Everybody put your hands up like I'm you
Move it forward, bring it
Chains getting and heroes is getting smacked
I ain't trying to make it that for you
But everybody, get your hands up like I'm you.

cardboard to Krylon microphones I rhyme on
DJs spin it heads it in the Scion
Lex, Beamer, iron horse, to north
Verbal murder like a champagne cork off
Who want it the one man 300 the Spartan
Turn a house to Madison Square Garden
Beg your pardon, trouble me not
But I'll finish it, have you on a carton
Rock my keep the tree sparking
Tell them cornballs they are dead men
It's exhausting, chump stop barking
It's a new day at dawn and your warning

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