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I'm dope face it shoot it freebase it
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Pour it in a glass drink it chase it
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Then chill flex feel the full effect
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The impact is similar to a train wreck
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It's wack to me when the beat is more hype than the MC
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Cause what he's sayin is empty
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Dull void without substance or content
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You need to slow your speed stop the nonsense
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These are words of the rising sun surprising some
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Who thought I was just another hum-drum
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Average type non-mc
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Who found a mic
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And thought he was hype
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Nah, that's not me
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I'll take a page, write a phrase, then rephrase it
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Treat it like a national flag and upraise it
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So a nation of people can feel proud
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About a brother who speaks out real loud
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I'm here to rock the show
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Clock the dough
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And let the words flow
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Flow
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Flow
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Flow
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Enough tough talk
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As a hunter I must stalk
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So each day I prey
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On ducks that like to play
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Lame games to frame the self-same troop
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Then guide em off the stoop and help them to recoup
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Stone cold back biters bold wack rhyme writers
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Give your little party
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And now you don't know nobody
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Diabolical fools persuin happiness
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Likin finesse I'm left unimpressed
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I heard you rhyme a few times, each time you blew it
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You're soft, you can't go off, I knew it
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Let's be realistic, i'm not egotistic
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But you, your crew, just not that artistic
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Point blank your song stank
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Yo, I know you want the truth, so let's be frank
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I been upstartin this art, not known for bein subtle
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Patiently I listen to all types of rebuttal
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"Don't say this, don't say that
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Change your lyrics"
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Everybody's a critic
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It's gettin kinda hectic
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My rhyme is authentic
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So it shall remain
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My writing exciting, never mondain
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In actuality
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My personality
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Keeps my mentality
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Based on real
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Life situations
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Not speculations
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But verbal illustrations
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Of how I feel
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You have the audacity
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To doubt my ferocity
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Or to insinuate the G will prevaricate
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Your disposition is beyond my recognition
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I fail to see the reason for your constant disbelievin
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Why should I lie? What would I gain? Nothin
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So when I speak yo, I don't be bluffin
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I be puffin on high-powered cess blunts
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I don't try to front
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Or back away from a challenge, I'm game
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You suckers rhymin sound like your lips are lame
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You seem to need therapy for you speech impediment
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Take this advice because it's for your own benefit
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I'm energetic, magnetic, and athletic
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One more thing, and it's called poetic
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My style's unorthodox, but of course it rocks
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And when it comes to styles i'm over-stocked
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You might never get to hear my last rhyme
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Cause I been writin since you heard me last time
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I could go on
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The G is strong
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I rock the show
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I clock the dough
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And let the words flow
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Flow
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Flow
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Flow
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Let The Words Flow
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Chill Rob G |