{*scratched: "I'm transmittin live, do not attempt to adjust your dial"*}
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{"Satellite radio"}
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[Evidence]
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Fuck the minors, this here's the major leagues
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Where more chicks call you "Papi" than Dave Ortiz
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Stand in the booth, barely at ease
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Right shoulder 'gainst the wall 'til my rhymes release
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Sharpest beats, broadcast from Jupiter
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Got boots on, now we know Bush is Lucifer
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First thing you learn is the hardest to forget
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First thing you learn you just a artist in debt
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(Listen up) Unheard of in rap, I arrived on time again
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Call me Ev but don't call me after 9 P.M.
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Wordplay sharp like clippers line my bangs
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Wordplay sharp like Lil Jon's fangs
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Wherever we go, remain on point
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And I master rap music every day like Tom Coin
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2-4-7 flow sick like cancer sticks
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All I want from rap is one of the fancy chicks (believe that)
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Bank accounts, couple cribs, couple whips
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The funniest shit, this money's legit
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You bet I bounce, couple kids, couple dips, couple ounce
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American supersized in large amounts
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Don't look down, Evidence I rap at you (straight at you)
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Paint visuals that's spit-tacular
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Catch my frequencies, suckers never play me though
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Bendin C.A., I'm satellite radio
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{*scratched: "satellite radio"*}
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{*scratched: "Do not attempt to adjust your dial"*}
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{*scratched: "I'm transmittin live"*}
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[Rakaa Iriscience]
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We lost Shaq to the Heat like we put a match to it
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Debatin if Kobe's righteous or if the cat's Judas
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And Rakaa's about action, you can react to it
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Droppin science like a bad student (nah) like a grad student
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Media reigns like a meteor shower
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Claimin the love of God and put your feet on the flowers
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Off to Hollywood, makin sure the streets have the power
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On the roof of the Avalon with the bead on the tower
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And they never heard the click-clack, alibi
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I was back in Tokyo snackin on banana Kit-Kats
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Or Amsterdam in Damkrane(?) tryin to twist back
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Rap vigilante revenge over these thick tracks
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Heavenly glow with the heavyweight flow
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Like Atlas with the globe, trial of strength with the globe
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Addin pages to passports, we stay on the go
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Rollin with cats that really run L.A. on the low
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Where models are like winter kids playin with snow
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Where poor pray to get rich and rich prey on the po'
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Transmittin, suckers never playin me though
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Hit city, L.A., C.A., satellite radio
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{*scratched: "satellite radio"*}
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{*scratched: "Do not attempt to adjust your dial"*}
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{*scratched: "I'm transmittin live"*}
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{*ad lib scratches to fade*}
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Satellite Radio
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Dilated Peoples |