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Tightly knit, my script is legit |
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I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit |
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Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold |
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I did "Posse on Broadway" in cruise control |
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Runnin like a wart, rap's my sport |
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Of course loss, and then you pick the part |
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But don't cry and say you wasn't warned |
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Cause my voice keeps comin like a STORM |
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Bass should it be let go, heck no |
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Want to be hard, cause you failed to be techno |
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Rugged, ripped and rough hittin like "Thriller" (boom) |
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My bass drum is a killer |
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Packed like a musket, tough to test it |
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Your arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed it |
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His eyes are big, his crew ran away in the crunch |
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Then I hit 'em with the "Batman" punch |
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Laugh, if you want but don't approach |
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Cause most that approach get ate up like toast |
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But some do come, you wanna scrap or what? |
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If not stay back, cause I'll Roll You Up |
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(That's right Mix, roll that sucker) |
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(Kick it over here) |
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I'll Roll You Up |
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(Roll 'em up, Roll 'em up Mix) |
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(Kick, kick, kick it over here) |
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(Kick, kick, kick it over here) |
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(kick it over here Mix) |
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I'm scannin the court, holdin the fort |
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Runnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort |
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More real estate, keep my posse runnin to the bank |
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It's hardcore, breakin up armored tanks |
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Not dressed to impress, but dressed for pain |
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No cute sweatsuits, just sweat and chains |
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Step off strapped, I let off caps |
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Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps |
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Rip the Godfather, then you start that braggin |
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I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon |
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A malla ralla, makin MC's holler |
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My rope's so big, your girl's callin me a baller |
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Bad is played, so I choose to use mean |
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Diabolical mind, the remorse is unseen |
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Quick to cut on any concert quack |
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Lip-synchin rhymes off a raggedy tracks |
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He claims to hate me, swears I can't beat 'em |
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I drop a new jam, the punks come like I beep 'em |
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Tried to jack, stepped up and got popped |
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Cause I'm takin out scum like "Robocop" |
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Twistin off rhymes in a lyrical knot |
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The temporary, interuptin in your chain of thought |
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It's me so give it up, cause the gat is in your gut |
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Don't make a move or I'll Roll You Up, sucker |
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"Mix-A-Lot" |
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"Mix-A-Lot" |
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"Mix-A-Lot" |
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"Mix-A-Lot" |
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I'll Roll You Up |
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Yeah, how many players we got in the house? |
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(*yelling in background*) |
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How many Playboys we got in the house? |
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All you players from coast to coast |
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You know I rock the most |
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My bank is thick but it's legal, so I boast |
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Comin at a brother like a in sync cheap |
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I'm still down to (*banging noise*), if a sucker got beef |
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Roll him up, cause he's soft, kinda limp |
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I'm your worst nightmare, a sucker MC's pimp |
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Workin 'em hard with my hip hop force |
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My words so cold they known to freeze up warts |
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The scope is focused, notice no hocus pocus |
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Saw you on the street, your middle finger was flippin |
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Read my song, lyrics are strong |
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The critics were wrong, I kind to suckers like pong |
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Agression the lesson, pain is the ultimatum |
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Reachin and grabbin, hittin like Jack Tatum |
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They are crushed, turnin suckers to slush |
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Heavyweight beef for you punks that fuss |
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Whippin like handball, punishin the face |
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I'm all up in 'em like Section Eight |
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Logical rhymes, ahead of the time |
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Goin for mine, and fight time, still down to grind |
| [03:20.09] |
Here's the white chalk, your next to get cut |
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But cross the white line and I'll Roll You Up |
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I'll Roll You Up....... |
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Bring it on down |
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(*beat changes*) |
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I got my voice down pact, rock it up like crack |
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Smacked all the whack, with a loaded pack |
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Black Cross Courts is the chosen attire |
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Heavy with the lyrics, all balls are fire |
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Cause I'm (*scratched* - "Dope, are great"*) |
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In the Pacific Time Zone, I'm considered the boss |
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A lyrical nightmare, it's me in your dreams |
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Feel the sweat, the smoke, get up and then scream |
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Loose is the noose, but I'm tightenin soon |
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My drum's steady hung, with enormous boom |
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I stomp all comp, for it's you I romp |
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My drum's kickin harder than paternity stomps |
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Hit it and with it, the posse's heavy and stiff |
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Skirts on the tip, for the player riff |
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Not a regular rapper, cause I'm knowin what's up |
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You attack from the back and I'll Roll You Up |
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"Mix-A-Lot" |
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"Mix-A-Lot" |
