Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Moncha, I even be gettin' more graphic
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Than a Neo-Geo thirty-two bit computer chip
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Be slipped between my lips and then I’ll spit
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Spit it out, spit it out, go ahead, spit it out
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That itty-bitty style you upchuck
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Better believe I butt-fuck MCs from the rear
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It appears you’re stuck up
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It’s my terminology that strikes the mind
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And rips this beat apart
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You know the many styles I choose
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Will bruise crews from the start
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I flow awkwardly, that’s awkwardly I flow, that’s to the rhythm
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Incisions are made into the brain
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And then I begin to give 'em a lobotomy, follow me
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I’m shapin' your brain like pottery all over the track
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Gimme the P-H, gimme the A-R
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Gimme the O-A, gimme the H-E, Pharoahe
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Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin' you from all directions
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You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them
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From the point at which they are connecting
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I am s-s-selecting a n-n-n-new style-style
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For the p-pile-piles of MC’s who try to get buck-buckwild
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F-F-F-Fuck that! |
When I’m in a renovative state of mind
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I’m innovative, never been afraid of rockin' the microphone
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I’m prone to be eliminating
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Cling when I sing a song of sixpence
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If it makes sense then sing along
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Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes
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Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with an exception of the organisms
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My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin' me
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Advanced data, now watch your greater updates and raps get trampled
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Fee-fi-fo steps up elevations show
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That I’m ahead of your time, specifically right behind a dope rhyme
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Rippin' shit up at prime time, I’m Optimus Prime/time material
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Imperial wizard of vocabularic havoc I eat MC’s like cereal!
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That’s soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi
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When it’s foggy I release globby spits of remains of rappers in the lobby as a
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hobby
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I’LL, rip your nit-SHIT GET STICK QUICK, GET YOUR CREW — before I do
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Something gory to your quite futile STYLES
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Miniature raps get waxed, simonized
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Into the fifth dimension of your centrifugal never typical stand attention
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I’m, mystical rip shit til the power blows (BLOWS!)
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Those chose to compete we delete em, observe defeat!
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That’s sendin' down from above to GET CHA, HIT CHA, split cha ditch cha
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Picture you, victorious
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I’m gory plus your shit’s mad boring
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Bring it on
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on!
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Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on! |