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Intro 1
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Verse 1
I'm scoopin you up out of
the muck you wallow in
Like a chief chemist,
a petrie dish
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just a teenie bit
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I'm clever, with science, but never relyin
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On false words from cowards
who forever be tryin
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Insistin they come off,
I let 'em get some off
Then come back wit drum tracks,
wit a purer version
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I write prescriptions,
Cause it's more that a style,
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it's conceptual genius
My effect on the scene is,
You deadbeat,
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wait until you see my next feat
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Verse 2
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That you compre hend,
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A battle, contest, or war, what will occur
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Will be the forfeiture,
of your immature
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Insecure for sure, meek,
weak visions of grandeur
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To rudely awaken you,
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and then'll be breakin you
Taxin without askin and
trackin and snakin you
Makin you succumb to
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But if you were to speculate
or estimate us losin
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Cause miscalculation,
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So i'm chumpin, puntin punk
s just like footballs
back in the messhall
To clean up the slop,
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so don't try to pull that
You're lackin the vernacular,
i'm slappin ya and cappin ya
And closin your jaw,
cause you can't mess with gangstarr
The guru and premier always dope
with the blessed beats
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Dance your ass off hobbes,
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Interlude 1
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Verse 3
Your ass gets busted doodoo mustard,
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you tried to work me
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And I don't care how many step up,
cause you all can try
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To wish and fish for a style,
here's a fishin rod
These rhymes are hittin hard,
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Of lyrics so deep, so don't sleep,
but just peep me
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Puttin methods on records and spinning for
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each millisecond
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And as my rhymin build s you
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see my time it's chill
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And then I look upon weak ones
I'm teachin each one so
they become redone
Essays are relayed to twist you
up like french braids
Or tied up like corn braids,
cause I got a strong way
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Force like police raids to never be delayed
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Cause this ain't a slave sale and
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Rapper, no, i'm not a phony
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No type of real appeal or real - talent
And it makes me violent man
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To see all of these peewee
bee mc wannabees
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And lots of money but no idea
Cause I will prevail,
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give you tales as I unveil
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Now i'm in the driver's seat,
and rockin the liver beats
you to the next seat
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Shiek and unique with lots of kick like a cleat
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Outro 1
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