Kunci: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
world today
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You be hearing the slang
say
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Niggas that front we don't have em
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So we blast em, alright, well OK
Verse 2
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Well if you like the way it sound then
clap man
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And if the women love it too
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well then raise your hands
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But only raise your hands if you're sure
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Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw,
break it
Verse 3
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My rhyme gross weight vehicle
combination
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Was too heavy for the Chevy's is
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chased out the station
Double-edged was was the guil
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lotine that beheaded it
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Gassed up, fuckin with some
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regular unleaded shit
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Heads roll on hillsides
behind ropes that
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Bind-in, X X marks the spot
on the scope
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Heavily armed military is necessary,
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MC's bet they best at every
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Powerful parable dit ties
might harm
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set off and strike like pipe bombs
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Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic
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Look out for these fatal flying spikes,
of massive
Sleep-holds, put put strangle
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on commercial angle
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Mi crophone cords tangled from
Now who could ever
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say they heard of this?
Verse 4
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Well if you like the way it sound then
clap man
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And if the women love it too
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well then raise your hands
Am
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But only raise your hands if you're sure
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Punk niggas shatter like
Verse 5
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Well if you livin in the world today
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You be hearing the slang
say
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Niggas that front we don't have em
F#m
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Am
So we blast em, alright, well OK
Verse 6
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Well what you know about MCin?
Yo, I know a lot
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Well can you demonstrate
somethin nigga?
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I'm talkin bout stacks cousin
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Nigga that's what I got
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Well Cash Rules the spot
Verse 7
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My preliminary attack keep
cemetaries packed
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Of niggas who think it ain't
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like that
MC's are gunned down like being
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run down with mad trucks
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religious niggas call it bad luck
Rap celeb, you got caught
up in the web
Now bees are stingin,
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I'm I'm just swingin swords strictly
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Unbalanced like ele phants
and ants on see-saws
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I I throw raps that attack like the Japs
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MC's be out like bank robbers
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Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
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DJ the getaway driver
Tried to dip but he dive I social
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ize on vocal vibes
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On tracks stabbed up with razor
sharp knives
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Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
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Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
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For fat tapes and then played out
and out of date
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Then I construct my thoughts
And from that point,
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the God made a statement
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Draftin tracements, replacements
in basements
Materials in sheet-rock,
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to to sound proof the beat box
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And microscopic optics received
through the boxes
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Obnoxious topic, major labels,
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Punchlines, that's unstoppable
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Ring like shots from Glocks that
attract cops
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Around the clubs and try
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to shut down the hip-hop
But But we only increase
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if everything is peace
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Father U C King the police
Verse 8
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Well if you livin in the world today
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You be hearing the slang
say
Niggas that front we don't have em
Fm
Am
So we blast em, alright, well OK
Verse 9
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Well if you like the way it sound then
clap man
Fm
And if the women love it too
Am
well then raise your hands
F#m
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Fm
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Am
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Punk niggas shatter like a
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Bbm
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break
Outro 1
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