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It's that bubble goose winter time grind rhyme
Ski mask over the face shit too for prime time
It's Bons after Wontons
Bon appetite for the opposite of the thong song
That barbaric on the Von Erichs
Seance in the park bringing the arts spirit
Designer versus generic the they engineer it
Won't say authentic cause you know it when you hear it
I heard it in a minute so I murder every gimmick
And I in ill like I'm working in a clinic
I a authentic brand of dope
The
Their messages kill like SARS in the envelope
ain't that murder it's that shit to get you further
More less burgers spit it with a purpose
the verse worth it plan it Til it's perfect
React to my jack, you know my kid

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

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You ninjas are struggling I snuff em Clubber Lang
Ajax Warrior, crushing another
The rules to game is there are none
Eat all the comp first second bar one
Ya'll done, your has ran
Velvet now removed see the iron hand
And the man who's behind it, never blinded
Survive any climate, deliver the
And the women will it, my mind I shine with
Bring em back to my crib and show em the
Dirty version crews I'm murking words be girls be twerking
And I'm you can drop it like a curtain
Put a hurtin on the
Listeners brains be to not know that they are slaves
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 this is a
I'm not to make 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 trying to make it that hard for you
But everybody, get your up like I'm robbing you.

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

Hip Hop is my property,
I'm to take 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
getting snatched and heroes is getting smacked
I ain't trying to make it that for you
But everybody, get hands up like I'm robbing you.