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Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the
Lookin' like the from the Black Lagoon
There's gonna be a 187 soon
If niggas don't give me some elbow room
I'm with the Legion of Doom
Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full
I track range space and time
And back like receding hair lines
the essence of the effervescence
At this melodic dynamic shit
A mic murderer for
As I sit back and your little gimmick backfire
Under the circumstances in any of events
I be with sick niggaz rollin
Dissin the got America mad at me
Like my was O.J. Simpson

My style is all that and a big bag of with the dip
So fuck all that sensuous
The is comin through like the flu bombin you

My style is all and a big bag of chips with the dip
So all that sensuous shit
The astronomical is through like the flu bombin you

My style is all and a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all sensuous shit
The astronomical is through like the flu bombin you

Get off my d.k., you pitty pat bitch, stepped the party
People if I'm a start some shit
of the media very often
Cause people be blowin out proportion
False and bogus arithmetic
Got everybody on stupid, misinterpretating shit
How could I? Why should I my career?
Over a nigga that'll probably bust me out of
Don't let mouth get you into somethin that your ass can't get out
When I see you, I'm a pull your out your scalp
code red
I could kill you now but instead I'm a put this into your head
I got the illest crew in the
We go to war for 30 years like foreign countries
Yo, slow roll
Cause I don't really think you know with you dealin

My style is all that and a big bag of with the dip
So fuck all that shit
The is comin through like the flu bombin you

Man, fuck bitches, I'm money
And laughin at these ass niggaz like they funny
The grand with milky material
I be the surprise in the bottom of your
One thing I gotta say, my never lost it
Unlike you corny out there who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme, runnin your mouth all the
While Def Squad sit and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the Funk Lord squeezin the life out of
While each MC the frame out of mic chords
Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas heists
Grown ass men crying little mice, but I'm a bounce true indeed
Cause punk ass only me with two ounces of weed
Now I'm back in the city
And all I can think is keepin it tight