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Kaboom! who stepped in the room?
Lookin' like the from the Black Lagoon
There's gonna be a 187 real
If some niggas don't give me elbow room
I'm with the Legion of Doom
Like a of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track range space and time
And push back like receding lines
That's the of the effervescence
At melodic dynamic shit progresses
A mic for hire
As I sit and watch your little gimmick backfire
the circumstances in any order of events
I be with sick niggaz thick
the system got America mad at me
Like my was O.J. Simpson

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

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

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

Get off my d.k., you pitty pat bitch, stepped the party
People wonderin' if I'm a some shit
Prisoner of the media often
Cause people be blowin out proportion
False information and bogus
Got everybody stuck on stupid, shit
How I? Why should I damage my career?
Over a nigga that'll probably bust me out of
Don't let your get you into somethin that your ass can't get out
I see you, I'm a pull your dreads out your scalp
Caution red
I could you now but instead I'm a put this thought into your head
I got the illest in the industry
We could go to war for 30 years like foreign
Yo, slow roll
Cause I don't really think you know what 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 getting
And laughin at these clown ass niggaz they funny
The grand imperial with material
I be the surprise in the bottom of your
One thing I gotta say, my Squad never it
Unlike you corny out there who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme, runnin your mouth all the
Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes
Got the Lord squeezin the life out of keyboards
While each MC tear the frame out of mic
Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin
Grown ass men crying little mice, but I'm a bounce true indeed
punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed
Now I'm in the city lights
And all I can think about is it tight