Key: A minor
Intro 1
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Esus4
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Verse 1
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Ladies and gentlemen
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Adults teenagers adoles
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cents and ba bies
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No if's and's but's or maybe's
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I want the whole world
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Because I said I was and
The baddest rapper on the mic
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Cronize the wise tries
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To overcome the dumb the drum
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Beats a pattern that turns into
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A catalyst that'll just
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Grab your ear you had to hear
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A rhyme's contents
Beyond nonsense
If you're not convinced
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Cause I'll make a skeptic
Shake and brake like the holy
ghost connected
His body and soul
I control
His mind is mine cause my
Rhyme holds
Minds in limbo
You resemble
A clone of jim jones as them
bones tremble
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Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief
No chatterin' teeth
Can cease pity or grief
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I got you flipping like a burger
Weak at the knees
And you're about to drop
You can't find your heart
You need a warrant to search
Get off your knees
Boy this ain't church
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You're gonna pay
For doubting my rhyme
You better freeze your thought
If you got caught
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Les sons for second- guessing
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I reprogram and deprogram about
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Through rhytmic hypnosis
Left in a state
Of cataclysmic neurosis
Neurotic from a narcotic
Known as rhyme
Addicted to rap
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And you're a fiend for mine
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For my rap info
You're a nympho
I'll raise the conscience
And then hit them so hard
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I hit ya hard
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Set you up with the left
As the beat gets better
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Adversaries prepare for a telling loss
and the smelling salts
My rhyme is more
Boy you're goin' out
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No count necessary
Cause you ain't gettin' up
Very very abrupt
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Thought pat terns converted
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Through overt overtures
Prepared your mind
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Much better for metaphors
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More rap classics
Believe me there's no man
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oven or chopin
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Like I faze ya I amaze ya
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Get deja vu from listening to
The rhymes that cut like
I come out smoking
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Hard from the first round
And the bell is the worst sound
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Cause I don't wanna let up
I'm fed up
To mess your head up
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When the rhyme is over
They tally the scorecard
I get more points
Cause you hit the floor hard
But I'm hittin' hard
The very last thing
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And the crowd yell timbre
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Cause I don't just hit ya
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I hit ya hard
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It's more like a hurricane
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Then think of another name
Cause I go to work
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Cause that's the kind of test
You just can't study for
You're guaranteed
Fractured blistered
Kind of defeat
That you just can't live with
Try to compete
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Mixed like a chemist
H- 2- o
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Cleaned with chlorine
To make green so
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The rhyme is purified
You can't drink it
Don't even think it
Is a money shade
When the rhyme evaporates
I get paid
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Then it's time to rain
With the rhyme I know
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Watch my people grow
Like christ himself
Touch the soul
Like no one else
There's only one
President pope and one god
In that class
Outro 1
And I hit ya hard
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