(feat. Peedi Peedi, Truck North)
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[Truck North]
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Yo, Jam boy magic, Mr. Fantastic
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Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted
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Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard
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Half smooth criminal and half straight bastard
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No mask when your flag get captured
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First class, take you to the rap hereafter
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Gone in a flash and yet, he gets faster
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Sick when he hits the Mike like Mixmaster
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This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor
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Slicker than a can of oil with no castor
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Chill in the front of the flight, outclass them
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Bring your favorite rapper to fight, I'll trash him
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Then I'll leave in a timely fashion
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Uh, emcees get the tiny rations
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Your girl hold me close as a tiny dancer
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You got a death wish? Well it's finally answered, prick
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[Black Thought]
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Yo, Jam boy magic, Mr. Sarcastic
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Rap catalogue consists of all classics
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Blackness, tell your bitch to fall backwards
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Fuck a hood pass, my shit's for all-access
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Killing tracks like this, we call practice
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Any bullshit y'all twist, we call backwards
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Jam boy sharp as a tack, we all cactus
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Waiting on a big payback with no taxes
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So if you follow the game, you might catch this
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Act like an activist; you know, active
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Nigga like me just has to spit acid
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Sucker like you just has to get blasted
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Ashes to ashes, Frasier to Cassius
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No homo, y'all some pains in the asses
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Get turned to toast like raising your glasses
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When I'm on stage, girls swing from the rafters
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Often nasty like Monster Mashing
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Y'all know the voice is tight, hoarse and raspy
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Can't place the face, kind of hard to catch me
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Kings that pull strings like Dorothy Ashby
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Jawns keep telling me I'm great like Gatsby
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Caught like a felony, you can't slide past me
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I'm low-key, kind of anti-flashy
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Then I'm OG up in a black tie classy
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Sun Tzu to Sun Rai, Gargemel, Mumm-Ra
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Son of a shooter letting slugs from a gun fly
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Should call a Mumbai with the bumbaclot
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It's Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
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Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
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Banging yacht rock with my squad from 215
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Straight calling niggas out like the umpire
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Any chump try'na front, (word 'em up)
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[Peedi Peedi]
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Jam boy magic, Mr. Get-Busy, you get busy too?
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Then get with me too, we'll get busy, dig me?
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Smooth Remy, tool skinny but hold plenty
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.22 long contact, new Bentley
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No miles yet, curve backs and cruise and he
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Bring it back when you through with it, roger that
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Grip tenny, French mammies in Vic' panties
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Lips candy, dick hard as a fifth of brandy
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Hop in it for five minutes, then I'm finished
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'Cause pussy is pleasure, but I'm attending my business
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Retractable roof, magical coupe disappearing
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And reappearing, German engineering this McLaren
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Hot jacuzzis, watching movies, glock and uzis
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Shots of Louis, busting cuties popping jeweries
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Ooh ooh, Ultramag' MC in a M3
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Whole body tatted straight up out a MP
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