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BACKDRAFT! We ain't tryin to make you cats laugh
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So talk that, we stack cash (BLAST) how long will rap last
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if it only had corny MC's
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Arsonists settin fires three-sixty degrees, BACKDRAFT!
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Who wanna start a trend, when it shouldn't even be a trend
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to be reckoned with, I think too many MC's are forgettin
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I gather your whole crew, pull your pupils out your nostrils
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Bad, raise my staff like witchcraft, takin em out for talkin back
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BACKDRAFT! My arch enemies I'm fire fightin
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So if you think of takin us out
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your lucky ? expire you may retire
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MC's get passed out like flyers, more dope rhymes than
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Scarface got coke lines
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You couldn't jerk me if you soaked mine
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You get broke nine, in ten different ways, start at your armpiece
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Then we continue
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Plus I won't stop til your whole frame is deceased
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Aiyyo man all your firestations cause these rappers burn through molecules
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It's possible rockin you from your pores to your follicles
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Droppin true skills (WORLDWIDE)
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We rip it unrestricted, my ends terrific
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Label this here, a pyroglyphic
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Got you addicted now you wanna get (high) but you ain't takin flight
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And since you're out, sleepin, sweet dreams, cause we be breakin night
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Creatin tight songs
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One style, is never necessary
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I'm magnificent, better word, would be extrodinary
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We toured through every fort and many thought we couldn't motivate
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So hold your weight, ain't nuttin personal, it's just your flow we hate
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Four-five, ? off, like inferanl
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Damn it's he that makes the minimals that's now bein depleted
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How you sounded is repeated, witcha ? rap that flows to see the
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rhymin as the planet soul of providence..
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So what so MC's know that I go nuts cause I bring hernia pain
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Female MC's always treat me like a vericose vein
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Cause they don't want it
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Plain and simple I break it down like enzymes
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and still got lyrical microbiologists decodin my rhymes
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DNA structure
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Flucuate, great dictation with them
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cross and fadin's and them Krylon illustrations
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We'll head out, it's amazin what be comin out the projects
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like suburban families, cleanin out they hallway closets
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Deposit right into sockets of wannabe model prophets
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And I curse if you don't jock it, I'm stop you doo doo poppin
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You floppin you coppin please, ease up to be the sharpest
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Got you suckers on deez, external my ? is slobbin
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BACKDRAFT! Burning all those, who wannabe copycatters
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That's right
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Trying to score runs on a slam, but they sloppy batters
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Your rhyme bein chopped ? when you're surrounded by lyricists
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I keep my flow difficult, so they're puzzled, when they be hearin this
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I rock it now, so reminisce later, check your data then skate a
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search around the world like the equator
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So get your BluBlocker my knocka, the sun is here to shine
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Swingin a Bat-man, and Rob-in those that are fine
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BACKDRAFT! Engine engine number seventeen
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Mic the gasoline to pass the team and lead us to the finish line
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On a domination tip, cause you tried livin mine
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Give it time
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When you get sprayed with muderous rhymes
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I burn the world
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Like rims on cars, rooftoppin with Tupac
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My havoc jam traffic leavin thoughts gridlocked, for two blocks
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For twenty-two blocks, stomp a mile in those shoes
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I step in walkin on lava, and STILL runnin through crews
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Bashin crews and fools
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Get summoned to hear my sermon
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Servin love slaves, til the mind blur flutter flows, the giz be squirtin
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merchants with the force of my mathematics advatange
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Too drastic, it's flowin enormous like the ?
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BACKDRAFT! MC's try to mess with deez
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Talk they yack around my farm and shakin up my trees
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Human please, I sneeze on your props and cheese
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It's the dirty rat's trap with raps that ease
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Pussycats leave!
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With coordination like masturbation
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Givin birth to styles and flows, with artificial insemination
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Crew penetration, I make you climax
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You see me, comin in 3-D, like you in Imax
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Now this be rated PG, for Perfect Grammar I be sentencin
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Street speakin, incredible heat-seakin
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Disintegratin rap groups in high priced attir |