[A-Plus]
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Yo, nineteen ninety-three
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New year, new world champions
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Hahaha like this
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Yo, the ill-minded mack will find the facts
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I rhyme and acts, niggaz bound til I'm attacks
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When niggaz say I can't rhyme I recline
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I'm the first to tell you, I got G's in my verse who tell me
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It hurts a fella when I rip, because I'm sly slick
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The nigga fly chicks ride dick with me
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I'm leaving niggaz stranded man that's how I planned it
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Landed blows with my random flows
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And it goes -- a little something like this
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And I might diss, with my right fist I strike kids like a pitcher do
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I split your bitch you better switch or I twist ya
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I play tricks like a mix
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When booty niggaz miss the beat
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I figure that they wack I go and get my bat and a pack of Swisher sweets
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Plus be ill when I bust the grill but we chill
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Who the fattest? {Hiero} It's batting practice
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[Tajai]
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It's no feat, how I defeat, weaker
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individuals set em up like give and go
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A heat seaker, I take a bat and brighten your features
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Beseech ya, proving I'll do that too
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Cuz when you, pulls my clothes on and shrouded
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I'm out with ya grip and you're pimpin so how did he
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do that shit, who dat kid, you're asking the masked man
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Who fly higher than NASA
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Ask friends what you need when I need your blockin
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Then I leave you knocked in
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Counts to call I scrubs em all
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With the quickness, using fitness, leave you fitless
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Who got a problem with me ripping all than I do
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I'm batting way more than you
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Hey sure you knew my rhymes was fly
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My lines imply that I'm fatter, next batter
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all
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I got a Hieroglyphics baseball bat y'all
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It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all
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I swing a Hieroglyphics baseball bat y'all
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[Opio]
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Get the fuck out, I never struck out
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Better get the bucks out, and kick em down
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Wrecking, extreme havoc when I'm practicing
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That could mean a loss of conciousness when I launches this
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Back to the scene of the crime I'm never on sight
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Untouchable, what you pulled another hiest?
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Precisely, I's be the man that did it
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Said it, free up your posession never regretted
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No anthistetic so you're headed for some suffering
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Bufferin can't ease the aches and pains of my-grains
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When I trail this drain on your lifestyle
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Pull a knife while, you give it up, simp
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I'm a pimp got your hoe and got your dough
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and got the best flow in the universe, snatchin titles
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like a purse, niggaz be the spot in a hearse
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I'm worse, than the baddest bat crack
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[Phesto]
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It's Phesto so get your cash flow, I crushed em
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It's gone, right before your eyes, if you're wise
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Another hiest done nice when I slice
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your neck and snatch a duffle-bag with a sag
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and a tag in your crew, dag how you do
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Dangerous if it's your brain I bust they taking
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chains and stuff, from the victim eyes is suprised
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And I'm quick to size men, up with a swing to your grill
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What I planned difficult that's split your skull
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with a tool, if you ever fool, with us all
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Did you ever think, if you blinked
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I wouldn't get you for your links, and your cash and your minks
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Savage enough to keep my average up
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Puttin chumps in assume a new marking then I'm scots-free
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Watch me, duck into the night with your valuables
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I'm getting down with my tools
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Chorus
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[Casual]
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Hah, whassup? Tell me we ain't the best now
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That's how we do! Ripping shit
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Niggaz don't know...
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They ain't the best, cuz we be
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That's practice
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Batting Practice
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Souls of Mischief |