* hard to find white label, but 2:58 long on Napster
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[Intro: Rakaa Iriscience]
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Yo.. it's like this man
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Every once in a while when motherfuckers pop off at the lip
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Somebody get brought into this shit
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that don't have nuttin to do with this shit right?
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But none the less
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You wanna start lettin off buckshots, cats gotta retaliate
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Y'all callin out Ev? Well you got him
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[Evidence]
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Yo, a blonde fag took my kindness for a weakness
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But instead of comin hard threw a weak diss
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Twelve of his friends at first I was speechless
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Is it cause you lack pussy or lack uniqueness?
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It's always your type, itchy and quick to bust off
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Ruin the party, "Soliloquy of Chaos"
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In this verse, jumpin jacks a little warm up
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There'll be no bullshit, there'll be no hit chorus
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Diss my crew? Yo, you won't go far
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The truth is I'm about as much from Detroit as you are
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I'm rackin up points, shit cat I'm scorin
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You ain't a true tiger, liar, you from Warren
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A trailer trash town where daddy stuck it to ya
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That's why you hate your mother cause she never tried to stop it
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Twenty years later you're still out of luck
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I met this chick you took home on tour, but couldn't get it up
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Alert! Alert! You internet geeks
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Eminem is just like you, weak between the sheets
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Dr. Evil, tryin to steal my mojo
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I'll fuck you up, plus look better in photos
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I know what it is, you envy what you hate
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I'm what you used to be, you was me in ninety-eight
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Hungry for props, and ready to rock
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Except your stage show is so weak you always just READY to rot
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Fuck your pace walkin forth at best
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(at) that rate on tour dates, hope you never run out of breath
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It's such a shame your Uncle Ronnie's not listed
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I'm a geek? You jock Fred from Limp Bizkit
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Production time; I heard you're makin beats
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But don't program the drums, don't program the keys
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Don't program the bass, producer? Liar!
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Doin that shit's like hirin a ghostwriter
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You might as well you little fake Chino XL
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You're target practice - strictly blast these empty shells
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{*crowd roar*} It's an upset, you lose the title!
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But first lose the haircut, you're bitin George Michael
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Next topic, time to stick the knife in
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Slaughter your {daughter}, ah fuck it throw your wife in
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I'ma do 'em, do 'em 'til nothin left
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The way I'm murderin you now they probably avenge your death
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You blind bitch, I'm about to rub it in
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Go sell millions of records, you still don't own your publishin
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You ain't hip-hop, you pop; extra popular to little girls,
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kids, and the Trenchcoat Mafia
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So here it comes, a blast from my crew
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You bout to get chopped by a man named Babu
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The funniest part? Let me say this 'fore I'm through
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I haven't even begun to start, I saved the best for part two
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{*Babu cuts and scratches these samples*}
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"Faggot, no comp rapper on a quest" -> LL Cool J
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"Hi!" -> Eminem, "Bitch shut the fuck up!" -> Eazy-E
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"If you take offense fuck it, got to be that way" -> KRS-One
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"I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn" -> MC Lyte
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"Suckers get eliminated fuckin with Dilated" -> Cypress Hill
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"Nevertheless, I'll say it again" -> Slick Rick(?)
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"BITCH!" -> N.W.A.
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"Soundclash with us, you flirt with disaster" -> Dilated
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"Trick or treat..."
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Search 4 Bobby Fisher
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