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Yea, c'mon
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C'mon, yea, c'mon
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Let's take a trip but not of the physical
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Sense of direction on a kid who's artistical
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Through a gallery of thoughts, of course it's dope
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Pay it tough like the name on my rope
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Watch it be weary instead of steppin wit the boys
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A musical massacre of inadequate noise
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By the new authority 'cause of majority
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Of peers who hear will award superiority
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To those who know you knew now it's inedable
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I laid the track and it's simple unforgettable
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Time had hold me better than gold, I sold
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And in front of a group of soul is a new episode
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So like see if you can grab a pawn yet another one
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Take it to the everyday like it's done the son
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Words connected up to another degree
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And if an artist who planned it there, potrait of a masterpiece
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It's unquestionable
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The lyrice used, the D.O.C.'s a professional
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Nothing exquisite to prohibit you from listening up
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Crisp and clean that I'm only seven up
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I preside ill dippy dope to frantic to panic
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And just a man on a mission wit something more in the attic
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I'm just an ordinary, faring very few
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Do it to the mic, is the D.O. to the C., you
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Made the choice that doesn't need to pretend
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I'm on the extend, I know about the ?(elevator end)?
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But anytime between I'm spinning
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Play strong, write it like it never ending
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Keep creating while suckers are hating me now
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Keep the upper hand 'cause the respond is gonna plow
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No one can handle the physical torture
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I've been taking and no matter what, I'll support'cha
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Goals and dreams although is seems it won't come true
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All of that is up to you, yo
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But if you can't handle
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You need a check, 'cause rap's like a gamble
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Basically outspoken, keeping them choking on
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But you recall, yo, a helluva rap song
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Doing it forever together wit Dre, it will never cease
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Plenty of records like Potrait of a masterpiece
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Not an exceptionalist
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Set of teh norm, walking and holding my testicles
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?(swoon for a six)?, spell out what it means to be dope
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The D.O. to the C., they can't cope
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Deal the real, yo, it's better 'cause I had to be
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Better than any 'cause of majority
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Negative never, I'm all about a positive force if you recall
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It's the D.O.C. on the ball
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Rap much greater, Dre upon the fader
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Pump the bass and the pace
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Most like by the D.O.C and this is it
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'Cause when it's hype, then I feel that it's shit
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Word, never would I stop, I drop the beat I will
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Especialy when I have to kill
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I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6' 3
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And I really don't think you wanna deal wit me
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Potrait of a,
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Hold on Dre stop the beat, let me catch my breath
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(Dr. Dre) (ayo man, why ya stopping that was funky)
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To catch my breath
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(Dre) alright you got it (yea) kick it
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(The D.O.C)
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Strong blowing kisses to the wind
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The D.O.C. in fact to attack the wicky wack
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And take the rightful place at a rightful time
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The D.O. to the C. and it's mine
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Move, 'cause no one's gonna take ?(despiers)?
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Doing the groove, why, 'cause it's the diggy diggy D.O.C.
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(Dr. Dre)
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Yea that's cool, let's go to the next record
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Portrait of a Masterpiece
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The D.O.C. |