Key: Eb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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[Opio]
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Rap slash out these battleship tor
pedoes that'll rip through
ransack your evil empire like I was Genghis
Ebaug
fiendish,
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Trackin your movements
like The Pentagon
Disarm the meanest lookin
studio prankster
Endangered, we airborne rangers with the
broken language
Absorbin blows every game
I strength (What?...)
The Chinese connection
game of death
You might see me in the reflection
in the chain on his neck
Controllin these mics while he aimin his Tek
Said we a threat 'cause
we the heaviest
And with a strobe light in his progress
you'll never be fresh
Verse 2
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[Tajai]
your bitch hop on my lap
and lap on these,
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lavishin please don't tease
To all these way- below-
You gon' stay below, don't wish,
that's just how it's gon' be
My style is on levels unattainable,
recyclable and reusable
but not biodegradable so
don't confuse em
They last eternal,
evil gas that's acid turned
Unabashedly, leave sights
only extreme sides of gassing
Mic mastery, necessary steps
to make you genuflect
I reflect the genuine and accept
nothing less than your respect
in excess
I wasn't expecting
the success that I met
When I grabbed my shit
and left command
I got a check on that
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[Tajai & Opio]
Verse 3
Come correct with the contract
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Show re spect when we stomp packs
Verse 4
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You get
Verse 5
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Snatch ya bitch when we rock that
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blessed off the cognac
Verse 6
no not that
[A- Plus]
I don't rap for the money but
I'm lovin that it pays well
Sometimes I kick a strange tale,
make your brain swell
Souls tighter than lifers sittin
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I never listen to the drama
I'm tryin to make that mail so
I sought the game well
I know the spell from the rattle
of a snake's tail
When a hard nigga spray and the en
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emies lampale
I'm witta female that was waitin,
I'm Double X- L like the magazine is
And fuck the drugs but I can show
you what a rappin fiend is
Perhaps my team is NOT
the type to act the meanest
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but on my birth, you're just a falling Earth,
Stings are jackin the penis
so your label accept
'cause you ain't able to rap
or able to wreck
I'm claimin respect with rappin
that'll strangle your neck
Claim you're a vet but still I'm makin you jet,
shakin the set
Verse 7
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[Phesto]
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hundred and fifty cubic inches
positive traction
Throttlin action, my prerogative's idlin
Mind bogglin speed
tobogganin streets of Oakland
Old English Old English, the kingpin
Swingin like Charlie Miggetts,
high wire torch, swallowin,
spine tinglin
Break your vertebrae's with permanent
turnicans
Firm burn your sternum like nerve gas and germ,
warfare
Hor, d'oerve you serve,
your Sequoia Heights in Stirling
Minted, quartered your terms
is centric
Circumventin the industry
While your fate remains in the chains
of imagery portrayed
And mass media hype,
we smash media rights through mics
Crack through the core at the
speed of the light
I'm ????? ???? ????, graffiti
on mics
The beaters are white,
forever sweet and precise for me to ignite
Verse 8
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contact
So come correct with the contract
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Show re spect when we stomp packs
Verse 10
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Got the specs of your launchpad
Verse 11
Snatch ya bitch when we rock that
Verse 12
Never that
Verse 13
So come correct with the contract
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Show respect when we stomp packs You get
Verse 15
Snatch ya bitch when we
rock that
Verse 16
off the twamp sack,
blessed off the cognac
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Take her back, we don't want that, no not
Verse 17
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Outro 1
that, ugh
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