| I’m a silent cyclone, split house and home
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| Slag Stalone Rocky five mike and I’m gone
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| Crack my own knee caps to stand all alone
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| Suffering from blow out your speaker syndrome
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| Propaganda, beware like a snake when he rattle
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| You’s a fake time waste, you ain’t suited for battle
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| I’m a black tunnel rat, boy I’m choking emotions
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| And rep the west coast, here to take over the ocean
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| Now put your eyes on panoramic view
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| So you can catch me cap to shoe
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| Cameras flash to trap the moves
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| But only got a glimpse of logo and the limp
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| A snarling fold of a lip, a story told to your kids
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| Does he exist? |
| Keep guessing
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| A myth so big, just to live, I gots to eat legends
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| If you less, you get spit
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| So make more hits, eat right, go 'head raise your weight
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| It’s an honor knowing I’m al by my all-time great
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| Y’all can’t underestimate
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| No army could ever infiltrate
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| No man can tell me who I am or tell me who I ain’t
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| Cause I know
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| Never a greater crew
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| You don’t agree, who asked you?
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| Keep your teeth together
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| Stay out my biz and your life may last you
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| I got the perfect purpose
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| Solo like a pilot
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| In calm we dropping bombs and flood islands
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| Two feet deep and drop in
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| Who can beat me and Props in top rock hopscotch?
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| In what? |
| You playing or you watching
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| You nine deep in line
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| The only champ to challenge us is eight at a time
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| I’m a rhyme right-hook upper-cut sucker punch
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| Respect when I bust, I ain’t asking for much
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| I’m that pit in your gut when grandmamma would cuss
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| I’ma channel it yelling Los Angeles, scandalous
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| Blood bath swimmer, rip an emcee to bits
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| Got the snare running scared, better lace up them kicks
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| Cause the heat come in waves when the beat plays
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| Gon' conjure up a verse for the Ancient of Days
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| For those who appreciate a love for the art
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| Hungry for the word and been down from the start
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| Your chance don’t miss, the future is this
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| So every time you diss, we gon' chant with a fist
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| Y’all can’t underestimate
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| No army could ever infiltrate
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| No man can tell me who I am or tell me who I ain’t
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| Cause I know
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| I’ma rap on the road for the control of the night
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| And offer my insight to a streetlight and a mic fight
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| Still better be careful cause it might bite
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| And offer my skills to roadkill men, that’s ill
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| Y’all wondering if my pen’s got venom in 'em
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| I sketch a chin check, you gon' swear that you feel 'em
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| My voice takes over your back seat subwoofer
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| Next you on the net yelling «How can I book ya?»
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| We ridiculous hot flowing, I’ll take over plot showing
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| Your ignorance illegal, now you’re knocked for not knowing
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| We don’t punish with rock throwing
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| If you’re caught slowing the program
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| You’ll be marked as a foe, sure to be broken
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| If the door’s closed, I’m climbing through windows
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| On the outside, you ain’t worried who’s cold
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| You been froze
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| Right, who playin' the game? |
| I’m running your life
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| If you married to the mic, just know I’m touching your wife
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| Y’all can’t underestimate
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| No army could ever infiltrate
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| No man can tell me who I am or tell me who I ain’t
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| Cause I know |