[Ras Kass]
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Uhh
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Rap so klepto, any mic I steal
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Y'all niggaz don't belong here like Michael Steele
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at a Republican Party, I go for [?]
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Leave cum stains on Sarah Palin's veneers for sure
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Like I'm in Mordor, tryin to burn the ring up
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The black semi knock your block off like playin Jenga
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Have sex with the whole world just by raisin my middle finger
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But y'all don't hear me though, (Inga)
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And just like that I'm back spittin nasty as (Foxy)
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Then I'ma stop servin y'all like the soup nazi
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Happy Days, then I'ma spin off like (Joanie Loves Chachi)
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Burn rubber, the Maserati mach three
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Screamin mazeltov at my aki
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(Squad) vomit at Keith Shocklee for the beat made of broccoli
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Got a Palestinian girl, her pussy the bomb
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Get it? Blew up, you can't stop me
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[Canibus]
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That's right, I wreck melody, so much energy
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Why get on the track if you can't stand next to me?
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So much energy it's a felony
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Your microphone memory remember me, this is your penalty
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You can't keep up mentally, you can't rhyme intelligently
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Do it on the track, can't do it in front of me
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You frontin, you and your man get all psyched up like it's Fight Club
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Times up, you lost, life sucks
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So does your wife slut, got a nice cunt
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Last night we wiped white stuff on her butt
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True power cannot be achieved by fightin over the mic
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You can't compete with Canibus, aight?!
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If your hat's turned to the back and you rap be prepared to scrap
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You don't have to be scared of no strap
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Cause your mind overstand all that
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Fall back or no more contact with the Gods of rap
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Go back to the "Lyrical Law" lab, first of all you trash
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You can't add all the rhymes you had
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Your mouth is a wound and your tongue is a scab
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This is a concept the young mind doesn't grasp
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That old stick in the mud, will put a gold bullet in a gun
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Show you where red blood comes from
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But that's not what you want, you want love
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Where does that come from? Define that you bum
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One thing at a time, intertwined as one mind
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The proto in the prime of one perpetual line
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No evil one I can divide, no matter the times try
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No matter the lies that claim otherwise
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Slumdog drug lord, guns drawn, motherfuck guns laws
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You catch a big mini-gun gun charge
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This is "Lyrical Law" not lyrical war
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This is spiritual God, get your lyrics [echoes]
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[K-Solo]
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I'm nice with everything but chopsticks
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Eyes couldn't see my style with glasses or binoculars made of optics
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Stop it, slam it, rappers couldn't scoop a topic
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Let alone follow they finger to mock this
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Caught your hand on my style kid, put it in your pocket
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If you can't get it home, what the fuck is the logic?
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Want my devices, send my boys in to send fire to the ground
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Hang my flag and brag, who's the nicest?
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My Fort Knox, like Bunker Hill, [?] emcees guerrillas
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Rhymin to go banana, breaks performed by Mad Drill
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Man chill, your man'll get killed
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And when they dump his ass off they gon' find him in a landfill
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If I have to I will, that's on the real
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I'm (Destiny's) only (Child) of the pay, on these girl group "Bills"
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Word to Arthur Kill, Gun Hill for real
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Wolf Gang, Murder Mouth, it's the king of the hill
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The Golden Cypher
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Canibus |