Man, I'm talking about that six four rag top,
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Green, with the back racked,
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Everything mat black, caught it in a six pack.
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You know what the fuck it is and what I came to do.
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Now put your hands up in the air, like I'm about to shoot.
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My agenda is here, crystal perfectly clear,
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Breathe apocalypse in, we have nothing to fear.
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We have nothing to lose, pressure applying the rules,
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Wasp on a motherfucker and knock him up out of his shoes.
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That's what my coast love, good money, great drugs,
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Every bad bitch you can think of.
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Swagged out, locked out, flamed on, purve out,
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Shit face from shots, your words come swirled up.
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Better put the word out, mind I find the mediocre.
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I'm a bust it down, serve 'em like a bunch of smokers,
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You can fuck around, who else get the fly
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You know I asked your little mind is your prime world dying over.
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Order in the court, that's what you came to see
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The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z
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Not a verdict to see, just the moment of truth,
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Fighting the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot.
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I be my own attorney, watching you try to burn me down,
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Testimony testifier from the underground.
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Order in the court, that's what you came to see
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The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z.
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I create in a dark, darkest place in my heart,
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I finish off with your started terror, I tear you apart.
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I am not for the cage, I'm the climb to the change,
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Dread the eye and the needle, that means accurate aim.
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That means I can arrange haters and hideous things,
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I'm the sickness you feel, sickness from popping a vein.
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Paranormal presence to people who can never explain
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Why deal with the devil when dealing with you is the same
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I got a proposition for all you bitches listening,
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Get in position, let me nail it like a crucifixion.
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Give you what you've been missing,
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A man in my condition shouldn't be allowed around crowds without supervision.
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Call it a superstition, can't get this out my system,
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I got a fetish for fucking over my opposition.
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It's time to set the standing, the mother ship is landing,
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We didn't come here in peace, we're here to take the player.
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Order in the court, that's what you came to see
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The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z
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Not a verdict to see, just the moment of truth,
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Fighting the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot.
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I be my own attorney, watching you try to burn me down,
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Testimony testifier from the underground.
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Order in the court, that's what you came to see
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The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z.
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I came up with the wolf, they came out with them tools,
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Elevate you out the earth gravitational pool.
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This is not for the week, this time works for the streets,
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Mister X to the Z, motherfuck, what you think?
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Motherfuck, what you blog, this for my loss and my dogs
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Standing tall, still calling shots from behind the wall.
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I've been tried and I'm true, reassemble my crew,
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Carry on tradition, position I'm put here to do.
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Make movements my elemental, I did make some improvements,
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You can check my potential, tool to never pursue it
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If I listen to critics, there would be no Xzibit,
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Dreams splattered and broken never breaking my spirit.
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Listen close, you can hear it, the footsteps of the future,
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Ain't no time like the present, live the past and excuses.
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Fucked on anything, fuck it, I keep it exclusive,
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You just saw as if acoustic, this that real nigga music.
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