A-plus:
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Hieroglyphics is
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Gonna twist a kid's cerebellum
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If he lives, then I tell 'im
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I'll leave his head swellin'
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When tellin' fellas about the 5-6,
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Live it's
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me investigatin' fly chick's privates
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I got a plan, I got a plan, a strategy
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Adam be maddenning Gs, mad at me cuz I got a phatta salary
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Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom ramen
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Never Top, cuz you'll never stop the Adam bombin'
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Hiroshima, Nagasaki
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Don't copy
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The manuscript
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Man, you slipped
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You're sloppy
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Joe Schmo, never no more
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I'm clever and you're
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Never gonna score
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Cuz I'm sure
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I'm better and pure
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Like cannibus
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And if it's possible
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I'll drop a new
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Line with the lyrics
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Live with the spirit and soul
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I got plenty in me
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Eeny-meeny-miny-mo
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Slo-Mo
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Approach
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With yo ho, yup,
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Cuz I'm the man and you can read it in Genesis
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A-D-A-M,
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The A-P-L-U-S
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One and the same,
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Runnin' the game on fly chicks
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Real tight,
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So they feel right
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With the 5-6
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And it's like that,
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And that's how it is, G
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The skins I cross
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Get tossed like a frisbee
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Search and find lines of life in my scripture
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Screens make me seen
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So the keen get the picture
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Opio:
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Eruptions, and rustin'
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When I'm thrustin'
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Cuts men
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Into microscopic particles
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Molecules, atoms
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Attack 'em, hack 'em
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Never slow, never slack
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I'm invincible, _________ flow is intense at fools
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Who know not, flow not like this wizard
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Ya play with it, riddle
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Widdle a hole in ya dome
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And pull out ya gizzard
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Trachiotomy
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I slaughtta the
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Watery-weak
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Ya slips, there's a slobbly geek
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Niggaz tweek
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When I speak
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They retreat,
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Rethink what was spoken and then repeat
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My feat
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Of inhuman capabilities
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Rape and pillage emcees
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Then I kill emcees
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Who have no style
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I file niggaz down to the cuticle
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Who can feel my foot prints
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Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful
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Blinding, Winding
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Up and change-ups
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Rearrange punks
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When I drops, kerplunk!
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Rip chunks
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Out the mic
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And then digest
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Why test?
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I'm cavin' in your chest when I express
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Myself
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Extreme confusion
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You think you're losin' your mind
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Cuz my rhyme cuts holes like a nine
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Tajai:
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Tajai. Two syllables. Easy
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With ease, we
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Seize thee,
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But emcees be
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Cuz they come wacker than batman sound effects
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I ground your text
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But vertebrae wack. I pound your necks
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Sally bone,
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I be prone
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To rip shit, likely
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Believe it or not, believe it I got the cock- D
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Cacophony
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I cap the phonies, so there is no needs for me
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Your attempts deceive us
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And pimps know I be
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Excel irate
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And on that scale
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That's fail
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The countenances
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Of countless knit-wits
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Who wish this
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With mis hits
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But this shit is equipped with
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Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids
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Target's stuck to foes who pose muchly
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Fronts be phucked and
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Punk nuts, why gets amongst thee
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Punks, we often cross
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When soft men
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Is the image portrayed to them
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Spinach is no saviour when
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I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish
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Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures
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Don't tempt me
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Shrimps we skewered on the bar-b
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My foot has found wit in ya
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Is there any dillemma?
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Yo- hardly
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Make Your Mind Up
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