[Verse 1:]
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Yeah, I run rings around your crew like a track star
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So stay back far
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You better understand who the macks are
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A brand new invention is my intention
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Been rappin so long some say I should get a pension
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Ain't no tension
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If I forgot to mention
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I rock rhymes over beats for salary and commission
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I got it all figured out like Columbo
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I'll drop you like Dumbo
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Your album is weak, and so is your video
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Or should I say wackeo
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Your girl is a tacky hoe
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Go back to slangin rocks and leave rappin to Coolio
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It's the all assmatic, tongue acrobatic, loc
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Used to be smoked out recovered crack addict
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I'll dip you in some sauce, fool, I'm the boss
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And I still be sending busters to Harris & Ross
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You, gotta pay the cost I refuse to take a loss
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So I spit like I feel it and dust your junky ass off
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[Chorus, Repeat 3X:]
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I break 'em off
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I break 'em all off
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[Verse 2:]
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I got to keep on the real
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With my hands on the steel
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Cause we all understand we got to die one day
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But, everybody knows we got to rise to the top
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And the mission don't stop till the casket drop
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I'm protected by the tech
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And the teflon vest
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And we earn that respect
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Cause we worked so hard so put that needle on the record
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And everybody check it, cause I never been affected
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By what they say
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It's been a whole lot of years since I shed tears
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For my fears I downed case loads of beers and drank jack with my peers
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So never let it be said that I fronted a fake
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I keep the treble in my highs and lows in my bass
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So feel the affect of the wine and funk
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But you gotta have hustle which can vibrate you funk
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City to alley to valley hood and block
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You know I got the sound to break 'em off
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[Chorus, Repeat 7X:]
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I came back from the Congo as Return Of The Jedi
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I smoke the spinach and you get popped in your ezzye
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Watch me do this
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You take a ass whoopin like Brutus
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My rhymes will sound like Buddah, like Olive Oil is skinny and Whimpee
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Sea Hag don't never tempt me
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Get up on the funk so you can feel the simpy
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I can do the rope-a-dope
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And steal a base like Davey Lopes
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And bring more hope back to the hood than the Pope
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So, drink some Scope and try to feel sure
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See, if you can endure
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The pressure that's put on your
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But your soggy ass don't stay crunchy in milk
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That's why your cap get peeled, yeah, you're soft as silk
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It's time to seperate the real from the fake
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You shaky like Jake
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And your game always get exposed when you perpetrate
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Check the Times and the Post
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This is straight west coast
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And when I break it off you know it's broke
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[Chorus, Repeat 7.5 times]
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This is straight west coast!
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I Breaks 'Em Off
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Coolio |