Look up in the sky,
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It's a crow!
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It's a bat!
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No, it's super nigger!
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Confused, some say I can't lose,
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All a brotha ever hear is bad point of views,
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Try to hold me back jack, breaking the chain of pain,
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'cause the rhythm be bumpin' like a migrane.
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Never knew I really had a clue about fiction or fact,
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But I got it like that.
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From dawn till dusk, you might see me bust,
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A brain or two, I make it entertainin' you.
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Commercial, universal, don't matter,
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Every one dies when my shotgun scatters.
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When my heavy metal boot drops, the floor shakes,
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I'm comin' through like an earthquake.
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You can't take or make or break me,
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Can't shake me, don't try to fake me.
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Many don't believe, I will achieve,
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Like Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
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I'ma get mine, you must be out ya mind,
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'cause in the ninties, acid rap is about time.
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We got some nonbelievers out there [2x]
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Buck wild, and out on my island,
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In your Alpine, I'm free stlyin'.
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But I'm wicket, I'm wicket, I'm wicket so why don't you kick it?
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To feel the force of a new breed, you might bleed.
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Knockin' niggas out like forty thieves,
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Forty thieves in the tiempo, I go loco,
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Nine milimeter point blank or a solo.
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Devilish, but still hell of this,
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Make you wanna not want to go the week you go home.
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I'm mystified, I won't lie,
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Some can't handle it so they die.
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Boils and bubbles of trouble brewin' what you doing?
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Microphone massacre, MC's screwin' around,
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I don't waste time, for all the suckas,
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I'll see you at the finish line.
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Kick that shit!
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From Lucifer, I give juice to ya,
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Been rockin' all my life so I'm used to ya.
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I got wanna be carbon copies that bite,
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Of pop rock suckas who dog the lime light.
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But now you've been a witness,
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The unholy strictly business.
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For all the fools who test me, don't stress me,
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Or the cops will have to come and arrest me,
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For murder one, but I've just begun,
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Grab a mic cord 'round your neck and scream Red Rum,
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You'll be headless like Max Headdrom,
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And I'm here to cause a little bedlam.
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Magical, still tragical.
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It all started out about a year ago.
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Many try to stop me, and drop me,
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Now they all wanna jock me.
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The radios won't play me,
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It don't faze me,
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I'm no sell out baby!
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And we still got some nonbelievers.
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We Got Some Nonbelievers
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Esham |