| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Pick up a toolie inna the area, murderer
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Still livin' like dat
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Pick up a toolie inna the area, murderer
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Still livin' like dat
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| Yeah, first and foremost, I be the funneling, punishing
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| Lyrical acrobat, whose quite astonishing
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| Solar stance on the track, mentals to try me
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| I snatch your heart right out your chest like Priest Pai Mei
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| Free from the Killa Bee, who is this ITT
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| With enough cheese, from the city where they rip the beast
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| With techniques, he seek, build or destroy
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| White toe on his tag, snatch his flag
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| Ref techniques, from the force of the transcontinental
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| Monumental, snatch your soul or your mental
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| Diamond mic splittin', that’s right, the unforgiven
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| Flying guillotine, rip my raps, where the Killa’s at?
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| We straight out the basement
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| Double shotgun, left his brains on the pavement
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| Tasted, the cement ear, he smell it when it’s deep
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| You know when to tuck your heat
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| And start creep, through the streets with the
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Pick up a toolie inna the area, murderer
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Still livin' like dat
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Pick up a toolie inna the area, murderer
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Still livin' like dat
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| I get wicked when I spit it, see the picket signs
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| Lines of people, they wanna hear it
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| The dart with the eye in kamosi
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| Special guest star, Jamel Irief, Afu-Ra
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| Exhibition, mic spar, for the televised fans
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| Across the nations, so steal at ten bases
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| Spin around scratching his crown, gun down
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| Another sound boy for dead, step in the chamber
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| Something like Thrilla Manilla, but it’s iller
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| It’s been a long time, stunnin' and gunnin', let’s make it simple
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| Fifty strikes, light up the mic, make it official
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| Live your lessons, don’t bring your hood up in the temple
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| Masterin' styles, the spinning kicks and the tripped out physic
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| Perverted Monks, shining the light, y’all be holding this
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| My art of design, is silver surf through the Cosmo’s
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| I lightsabe my ways, so my flow’s can float
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| My quest for this zest, so yes, to be the rhyme most
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Pick up a toolie inna the area, murderer
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Still livin' like dat
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Pick up a toolie inna the area, murderer
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| Lyrical gangsta, murderer
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| Still livin' like dat
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| No man, no army can calm me, if he cross
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| He just lost a bet of his life, sent the wrong kite
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| Watch it where you moving at night, but either way
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| In the day, you still pray, any way you lay your head
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| Super kinetic and magnetic, who ready to set it
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| One with the sun, now tell my mind to take control of the planets
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| Blazed with the heat behind stars, that’s ultraviolet
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| I’m ready to ride hardcore, just like my style is
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| Press the vernacular, of the highest stature
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| My lyrical dycatomy spectacular
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| Blum, blum, give it to 'em raw
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| Listen to the brothers who get rugged and raw
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| It’s hurting me, it’s hurting me
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| It’s hurting me, it’s hurting me
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| It’s hurting me, it’s hurting me
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| It’s hurting me |