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Wuditlooklike, to all you bitches
And you punk ass out there
I'm talkin to you live from
We're the Dark Side radio
about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker
But the just don't stop
As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on journey
To the

Wuditlooklike? I wipe off my sweat
Verbally I'm untouchable Elliot Ness
To the best of my ability I any facility
And the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries
I'm just as high as the friendly skies
I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes
Cause the I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed
I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked
I'm saggin my Karl
And two black guys when I get busy the L.I
Well I, swing it back and like a leaf
traffic I flow like the B.Q.E
But I can pass straight out of first-class
Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at class
PPP, got the glocks and
And Def Squad always got fly shit on deck

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The Funk Doctor Spock the watt through your box
I come hotter than Treach, you bet callin the cops
Because (this of funk you don't hear on the regular)
Rock six eight nine ten (to eleven ta)
Knew my style got more powers than
your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin
When I'm vexed, my wreck like effect
Verbal communications to the next ep
I'm robbin brains with antilogical, phenomical
Suicidal with lethal funk spread your nodules
Straight up the up plus I max like a beta
Boy I fuck your up like a blunt that's laced up
The boogie verbalist,
I get open with, scannings on the fake soloist
My style down like Ike, switch up like dykes and
You'll be tellin your psychologist

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Wuditlooklike suckers, motherfuckers
Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna me no love 'cause
They think I'm and like mentally sick
Ahhh, give em the then they quiver like fish, then I
a pound of herb a day, and yo
Some say, I'm the Mack like Maceo
I don't be that I beez the funk disease
That MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed
The funkindominal, I bring to any rendezvous
three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through
That other shit, makes other ship, flip
Funk ridiculous, inconspicous lyrics
A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I
Been gettin dumb, every since World used to jump
And that's for all them niggaz that's comin in flocks
I off the glock for the hood and the block

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