[Intro: 5ft Hyper Snyper]
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Turn up my mic a little bit, so I won't have to scream
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Turn up my mic a little bit, so I won't have to scream, Buddha
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Word, aight, yo, aight
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[5ft Hyper Snyper]
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All stand in attention, it's a spank in the nine
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Some of y'all niggas be "sometime"
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Sometime you bill, sometime you rhyme
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All the time, we break out the snake pit, make hits
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Blood in, blood out, dealin with the bullshit
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Too complex, make it easy, elementary
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So we can teach these babies
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Crawl before you walk, think before you talk
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Don't mislead them, fall, ya bleedin
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Now take me to your leader
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Desention in the ranks, divide and conquer
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You should say thanks to your weed and liquor
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Cocaine and bitches, diamonds, big chains, more riches
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Shiny cars, ain't nuthin man made can reach these stars
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Get in where you fit in, who you be, who you are
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I be the fall dog, in the vanguard
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Conductor of the orchestra, universal soldier
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Zu Ninja!
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[Spiritual Assassin]
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Thoughts controllin ya destiny and memory
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Floatin in cups of Hennessey
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Logically it's like, niggas battle the bike
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So I rip mics tight, and vibe right
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We shine on each other till the climax
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On your best systems, I'm deep like addiction
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Whenever I'm co-mixin the slang
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Delta #1, comin with them joints that a spark up ya brain
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Now ya rhymes is inflicted from my circle of flame
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Peace now tame, run loose, at an individual
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I enter you, gun tent, consential, the hip hop sentinel
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Overdosin you, one of the chosen few
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New host to guide you across the east coast
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We held a few tight nights, but whose to pay the price
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Throw the dice, seein thru my father eyesights
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85 percent of the change of life, to jail
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I hate, the pain is great to exchange moments of ya fame
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Now when we came close, to hopin the pain is gone
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Momma said don't aim wrong, or you might blast me in the arm
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Son, my word is based on the strength or the strong
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That be the same one, now he got your life in his palm
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[Manley Musa]
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Yo relax in stools in bars, brawls
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85% Gods, peep announcements
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Stick ya neck out, niggas give ya the antikiss
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Leave ya assed out and bone dry, like droughted pants
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My thoughts throw them in your collector's edition
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Cherish life on my 7 and a half mics
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It's precious like black dad's kids
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Valuable, natural like resources, symbolic
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200% fruit juices, yo the truth ran from the east
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Like Musa from police, cronal leap over obstacles like a pair of rules
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Never step on X-Men, while they shoes
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Who the fuck wanna sponsor a highway yo get yours
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Straight boulevard on the block, it's like a shoot out
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Some cook outs, charcoal niggas is hot on the grill
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I revail the ears, embrace with open arms
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Yo incase my rhyme put in a gold frame
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Praise my name and the niggas I run with
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World class, yo we're legends
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[K-Blunt]
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Yo true like the Terminator, I shoot and kill
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MC, like Space Invaders, lyrical exterminator
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In this music, we call rap, sittin on my top cats
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Killin mice in the back, yo kill em, with the dog kills the cat
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Get ya Scooby Snack, that's the way you attack
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A hip hop track, like a predator
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Wild life, ready to fight and rock a mic
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Yo niggas is this, like Tina's and Ike's, smack
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Now we got it right, Zu Ninjas performin tonight
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On stage under the lights, rhymes tight
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Blow like crack in a pipe
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Fans addictive to the crossidation of Christ
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Back of the Church
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Popa Wu |