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Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the
Lookin' the creature from the Black Lagoon
There's be a 187 real soon
If some niggas don't give me some elbow
I'm runnin with the Legion of
Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on moon
I range between space and time
And push back receding hair lines
That's the of the effervescence
At melodic dynamic shit progresses
A mic for hire
As I sit back and watch your little backfire
Under the circumstances in any order of
I be sick niggaz rollin thick
Dissin the got America mad at me
my name was O.J. Simpson

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

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

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

Get off my d.k., you pat bitch, stepped into the party
People wonderin' if I'm a some shit
Prisoner of the very often
Cause people be blowin shit out
False information and arithmetic
Got stuck on stupid, misinterpretating shit
How could I? Why I damage my career?
Over a nigga that'll probably bust me out of
Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that 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 thought into your
I got the illest in the industry
We could go to war for 30 years like countries
Yo, slow your
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 all that sensuous shit
The is comin through like the flu bombin you

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