| Have a cup of coffee, sit back and open up your mind
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| Now this type of rhyme was designed to keep writers above the line
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| Cause I’ll guide us above the swine, and keep the gate up for traitors
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| While beats cater to cut-creators and fader operators
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| From Decatur to Kendall, the terminator to pencils and pens
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| More to the P than the Rentals were friends
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| But that be dated like them leaders of cheers be under beers
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| I’ve contracted calendars to number your years
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| I put pressure on motherfuckers like 300 lb. Peers
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| Like a captain on blank pages, I’m steering clear
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| Whether weather’s ever severe, I’ll bring ya to mass with the classics
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| Stopping the wack shit just like naked bitches in traffic
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| I’m graphic by design, Illustrated like sports without the swimwear
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| Between her wet thighs is where your bitch be feeling my chin hair
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| You know I had to go there cause I’ve been there
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| I’ll Spice your Girl up, that’s what I really really want
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| Now, we can talk coffee like Linda Richman
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| I’ll fold your style, and I’ll switch then
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| Take your picture just like I’m Pitman
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| Throw in Danny Glover to Crispin, it’s all related
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| Sank-a titanic crew now their records be inundated
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| It’s all correlated, everything that I’ve stated
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| I speed up Metabolisms while you be decaffeinated
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| Known for leaving ya satiated, I’m delegated
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| Representatives in my House ain’t thirsty cause I’m Irrigated
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| Niggas get irritated, Hate it when I’m elated
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| They’re pained cause I pull em down more than windows get shaded
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| Cause they’ve evaded the sun and concentrated on the gun
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| But if I crack em open-if they’re see through, I’ll breeze through
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| Adversaries that’s even tinted. |
| I’ve got a penance for pennants
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| So if you dirty seconds, I’mma clean a minute
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| Even though, I’d cream the senate, I still don’t PUFF laws
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| Or blow out judiciary committees within the city
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| And I’m pretty confident, that with these pronouns and consonants
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| I’ll rapture the heavens and all the seven global continents
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| And I’m in this, Breaking up the plates just like some Greeks in Pangea
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| Even if they’re dubs for the clubs
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| And I’m off a level that I even out on my own
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| But, I’ve been known to take it over the top, like Stallone
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| So, when the road be getting Rocky and I’m hanging from cliffs
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| I’m locking out the daylight, and then I hit 'em with this
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| I keep it on and on and, you, it don’t stop
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| You’d better protect your 7-UP because I’m blowing up the spot
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| So, I keep it bubbling, so da niggas’ll know the half between the boring and me
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| It’s cause I got the pep, see?
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| If these kids is rhyming 'bout Coke, then I’mma keep my Tab on 'em
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| They can’t Dye-it Right, that’s why all of the skags want 'em
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| I’m icing more niggas at their peaks than a mountain do
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| Maintenance at the Fontainebleau’s all they’re amounting to
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| Rip ya to bits for the sake of counting you, leave ya wound in two
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| Bounding your throat and make guesstimations about the sound of you
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| Doggin', but never hounding you, that’s just too easy
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| That threatening style of rhyme never appeased me
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| So I prefer to squeeze the
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| Last drop out of metaphors and similes Like they was a squeegee
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| I’ve got more game than E3, I never saw E. T
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| But you I still phone home- Don’t fuck around within the Tonedeff zone
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| Because you bound to get your whole set thrown, Hoes get stoned
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| I’ll repossess your shit and then your clothes get loaned
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| Cause no army can salvage you when you push me
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| I’d lay you out Quick, but that’s a bigger turn off than bushy pussy
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| So, I spread the fly vibe like eagles with butterknives
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| Now you can dissect that line, and three definitions you’ll find
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| With some repetitions and time, you’re bound to catch on
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| But those who don’t are getting beat by the beast like Gaston
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| And lyrically that’s the beauty of it… I pull back heads like Pez
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| Cause I was hand-picked by Juan Valdez
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| Not the number, but the name you call, and I’ll be coming when
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| You need another cup of joe from the Cuban/Colombian |