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Let’s get a bit acquainted, |
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Hey, it’s t-o-n-e-d-e-double-the-eff, with the famous flow/ |
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Known to be flipping syllables even when the pace is slow/ |
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Gracious, |
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No! Save your soul, guess who is coming to take this throne/ |
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Break this whole mother****in’ game down, and reclaim crowns/ |
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Cause I’m sick of layin’ down – watching these companies reign now/ |
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When it’s obvious something is playin’ out, on the stage while you’re unconscious they shoving to gain ground/ |
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And sedate crowds with the same sound they’ve been layin up into your brain loud/ |
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Enough to take any rational thought – and leave your brain clouded to rap as just pop/ |
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Isn’t it insane how – niggas be keeping their face frowned/ perpetrating their need to erase clowns… they remain proud, till the minute you see them in lace gowns/ |
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All the sudden, they flee to escape town, they’re ashamed cause they got busted/ |
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Just because of that, and not really because they regret what they’ve done, is disgusting/ |
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This discussion’s meant to function as a general centerpiece sent at these enemies bent on resenting me, better be set if we enter the end of peace/ |
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Settling isn’t an option no more/ |
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We gon’ box in this war… you’ll be hearing them bells before we knock on your door/ |
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Now that you been initiated up into this movement, |
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Get at your favorite idiot who’s spits/ |
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Hit him a little bit with your 2 fists, |
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Kick in his grill until he is toothless/ |
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Give him a min to get up and cue this, |
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Single out eve-ry limb that’s wounded/ |
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Whip him again with a heavy pool stick, dig on his bitch, and then beg he do shit/ |
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Ruthless roots of abuse set loose for execution/ |
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Of any groups that get us confused with petty fools who’ll let you crew win/ |
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Check the movements, fluent as |
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I ever was, |
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I said it! |
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Because-You would never think that a nigga that never drink would ever step it up to get a better buzz/ |
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On the regular – the odds you’ve leapt ahead of us, are prolly less, than |
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Oedipus hating his mother |
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Or Disney hiring sexual predators/ |
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Senators getting elected a 3rd consecutive term, |
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A nurse who doesn’t do enemas/ |
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Permanent henna, a surfer that catches more waves then your current antennae does/ |
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Sure… I make it look effortless, with every sentence that tends to be cleverly/ |
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Penned… More wreckless then |
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Session ingesting hennesey, blends/ |
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More treacherous than even being the |
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Kennedy – |
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Men/And for any requesting the identity of the technically |
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Best MC? Guess, but… |
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Yep – it’s |
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Me.Step to see, the a new strain of the plague, raised to abuse breaks/ |
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Unphased of what you say, cause |
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I dead lines, all without a due date/ |
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I’m the new age. |
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New school. |
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New page. |
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New rules. |
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Any attempt to try to pull away is just a doomed fate for a few fools/ |
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QN5, represent the true scene, so we’re guaranteed one of two things/ |
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Either we’re showered with praise or we’re simply hated by every review team/ |
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What I’ve stated was meant to reduce kings into paupers, and to seduce queens to get topless/ |
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And to revolutionize everything you think hip-hop is. |
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Chorus:Buckle |
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Up! Brace |
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Yourself! |
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Knuckle Up! |
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Take No L’s/ |
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Dust to Dust! |
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Say Farewell! (Your) |
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Numbers Up! |
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Save Yourself! |
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Buckle Up! |
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Tight! We’re gonna tussle! |
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We’re gonna |
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Fight!Until you never touch another mic! |
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Or it’s your life… |
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Then – Case |
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Closed![Repeat – X2] |
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Buckle Up! |
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Brace Yourself! |
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Knuckle Up! |
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Take No L’s/ |
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Dust to Dust! |
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Say Farewell! |
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Don’t **** with us! |
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Save Yourself! |
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Buckle Up! |
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Tight! We’re gonna tussle! |
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We gonna Fight! |
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Until you never touch another mic! |
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Or it’s your life… |
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Then – Case |
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Closed.[SUNG] |
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This is the way, we ever gonna see that it stops/ |
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And if not, you might as well give up on hip-hop/ |
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Cause this is the case, in this day and age/ |
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We gotta kick in your face if you’re just in for fame |