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( VERSE 1: Slug ) |
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I dictate while most MC's lactate |
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Can't wait for me to smack ( ?greats? ) and **** em till my sack breaks |
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They stand still with a little bit of spittle |
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Drippin off the middle of they lips tryin to light a cigarette |
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And I'ma watch em all choke on my vomit |
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Took apart, shook up they heart, they died on it |
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And I promise, if you could hide from this monster |
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You'd quick tryin to ride on my divide and conquer |
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Some gotta die 'fore the dumb realize |
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Not everyone can fly, most don't have wings |
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Keep takin a nap, wear a brick for a cap |
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Or get the **** off the lap before you lose everything |
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I spit shrapnel while the villagers babble |
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Slice deep, pull, peel, and let the skin unravel |
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We're here to scrape off a layer of your make-up |
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So we can see what a bitch is really made of |
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( VERSE 2: Brother Ali ) |
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I step off in your hoola-hoop cypher with my eyes all aglow |
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Walkin tall enough to make your half moon whole |
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You don't need to get duct-taped to the bathroom flo' |
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Cause I don't think your shit is flavor - the rats do, though |
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You and your little bitch buddies think you're Thelma & Louise |
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Cause you got a drum machine and you ( ?throw jealous to the breeze? ) |
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You need to respect a ****in legend when he breathes |
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'fore you get a K-Swiss logo embedded in your knees |
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Shock the body-body, rock the consciousness |
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Stagger the imagination, box your esophagus |
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The paradime, you stepped past the line |
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And I show you why the masterminds have got a ****in axe to grind |
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Street magician like David Blaine with these songs |
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Crip-walkin through your mental corridor with metal cleats on |
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Slug got the weed smoke, Ant got the beats broke |
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And your ****in eyebrows might grow back, but your teeth won't |
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(You gonna look pretty funny tryin to eat corn on a cob with no ****in teeth) |