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Hahaha, Digi, yo, yo |
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When I was young, I slept with a battery on my tongue |
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So when I spit, the impact with the sting of a stun gun |
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At full blast, rock your cradle, fatal razorblades graze you |
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Split you open, stitch you back wit a staple |
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I'm football head, I put your head |
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Into a brook, all four, your momma wouldn't look at ya'll |
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Gold from the Panama canal, Alabama gam' |
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Got me laid up, on my nuts like kapow |
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B-O-B-Boy's fast as Bruce Leroy |
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Meet the rap Galactus, blow planets off his axis |
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My glock is plastic, my dick *sniff* is magic |
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Stretch up the Power U like Mr. Fantastic |
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Stop, it's a booby trap |
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Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack? |
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Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap |
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Yo, when it comes to this mic device, you get ate |
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Like the gingerbread man try'nna cross the lake |
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Or the Winchester, call my white son, Lester Poindexter |
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Tell 'em bring back the black mack, strapped with two extra |
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Clips, where's the natural, words inside the apple |
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Pot holes in the street, it cracks the Jeep axle |
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Shrivel your heart to a raisin, shorty star gazing |
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Yeah, he got steeper than dunce, once he start blazing blunts |
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Beef, and get drown in Hunt's |
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Your flame get toast, your best bet to punt |
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I lounge like a hungry jaguar, into agua |
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Trying to catch a fish that multiply like the magua |
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Pocket fat be Jabba the Hutt, Clan gallops up |
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Feel the Force of my steel, but you can't count the caliber |
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Digi, Digi, Digi, all inside your city |
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Microphone on the roam, like Capone and Frank Nitty |
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I don't got a taste for blood or flesh skin |
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My mind, like Professor X from the X-Men |
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One line, cause MC's to write their albums down |
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Devils only come amongst you, if you allow them now |
| [02:02.93] |
Do to trading, they infiltrate with persuasion |
| [02:05.56] |
That desire to rob and steel and make slaves of all |
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Living luxury, destructively, conductively |
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Improper nature, privately and publicly |
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Man so stupid when confronted by something he don't |
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Understand, he shoot it, the whole world's polluted |
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My earth gave birth to a universal, change us |
| [02:21.56] |
Scribes reflect the child born in the Bethlehem manger |
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Devils try to steal me of my intellect, rob me of my culture |
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Like they white washing sculptures |
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Like they snatching down my posters |
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But it's been caught through the eyes of Minolta |
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