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Kaboom! Guess who in the room?
Lookin' like the from the Black Lagoon
There's be a 187 real soon
If some niggas don't give me elbow room
I'm runnin the Legion of Doom
a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon
I track between space and time
And push like receding hair lines
That's the essence of the
At this melodic shit progresses
A mic murderer for
As I sit back and watch your 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 that and a big bag of 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 with the dip
So all that 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 all that sensuous shit
The astronomical is comin like the flu bombin you

Get off my d.k., you pat bitch, stepped into the party
People wonderin' if I'm a start some
Prisoner of the media often
people be blowin shit out proportion
False information and arithmetic
Got everybody 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 that your ass can't get out
When I see you, I'm a pull your out your scalp
Caution red
I could kill you now but instead I'm a put thought into your head
I got the illest in the industry
We go to war for 30 years like foreign countries
Yo, slow your
Cause I don't really think you with what you dealin

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

Man, fuck bitches, I'm money
And laughin at these clown ass niggaz they funny
The grand imperial with milky
I be the in the bottom of your cereal
One thing I gotta say, my Squad never it
Unlike you MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett
Can't rhyme, your mouth all the time
While Def Squad sit back and enterprise 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 heists
ass men crying like 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 keepin it