Now in the morning Mike talking, I¡¯m Richie Ramirez
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Nice talking, it¡¯s a murder when I make an appearance
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Skywalker light, saber rhymes
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Say goodnight Taladega track, rapper recites scigga
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Poltergeist, head spinner
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Great rapper, even better swimmer
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Gotta be this industry, it¡¯s shark week, what¡¯s for dinner?
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See my fin up, you know I¡¯m ¡®bout to eat with the condiments
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So much blood on the beach, the paramedics are vomiting
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Supreme architect, sick as a porn set
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I feel so alone, my competition isn¡¯t born yet
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Sworn to the code, I follow til I¡¯m finito
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These hoes wanna swallow my sword like it¡¯s a freakshow
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He¡¯s pretty good, I could beat him in my sleep though
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I learned to play the game, you still need a fuckin¡¯ cheat code
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So please don¡¯t try to play me this week blow
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You never gonna make it like Shaq shootin¡¯ a freak yo
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It¡¯s been a problem, these rappers carrots is getting boiled
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My clique is sick of you freshmans, your milk is spoiled
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I¡¯m ¡®bout to break take up your space and your real estate
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Kick you out your own shit, smash up your dinner plates
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I¡¯m probly tippin¡¯ with my visions from the third eye
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See your aura before a conversation, I¡¯m so high
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Enough to quantum leap the time space continuum
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And hypnotize tomorrow with the motion of my pendulum
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My spine is lacrossin¡¯, it¡¯s lost in disguises
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Ballet of appalls, brainwashed of his desires
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I¡¯m a phantom, many cars, you¡¯d better step with some caution
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Every round leads to brain cell lost and sheer exhaustion
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I¡¯m Gravity Christ, competition unseen
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Bishop pointed out Vic and seen a fucked up team
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In a blink I moved a whoop, they had a fucked up queen
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Like a scene from a movie with a fucked up theme
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Nah, we don¡¯t believe in competition
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Just more volunteers for the fuckin¡¯ mortician
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See, we the victors bitch and you¡¯re the victims
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My gun brrrrr the stick, I¡¯m ha ha-ha, stick ¡®em
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See we the real deal, we really killed bin Laden
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Obama called us when that nigga got a problem
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Nigga we the champs, y¡¯all fools ain¡¯t ballin¡¯
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Okay, it¡¯s time to get down
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Run up, rob you fools, I want my money right now
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Like Jay Z Wentworth, like old Jackal Lambeezer
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Go ahead, call for backup, them niggas is desert
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I¡¯m a wizard bitch, you can¡¯t defeat me
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Workaholic alcoholic, just as seen on TV
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So brolic anabolics, mingle steroids on my salad
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Up and down in the world, whole chest get blow
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I drink muscle milk and sniff inno explode
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Turn up vengeance on you niggas, give you lumps and stiches
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You stupid sons of bitches
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My sick styles relentless
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My rhyme skills is endless
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You fucked up tremendous
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And a wife beater, I¡¯ll flip over your 2 seater
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Maybe I should smoke you with my 9 mm
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I told you niggas nice and smooth
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We run this here, ain¡¯t shit you can do
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Yo expendables kill your own, that¡¯s cruel
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The techniques is hazardous, rising like Lazarus
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Me the constant nigga like Jesus of that Nazareth
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Scripture, over shadowy clipture
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No Instagram, I can paint the picture
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Literature, banana clips I spit to cheer
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We major emcees, you men mature
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Ya Losin
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Bishop Lamont |