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One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside
your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
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shit from junior high
One, two, three, four
Jersey's finest in the house,
punchlines and metaphors
Make your foul ice grill,
thug grimy on the real
Puttin heads to bed like Hennessey
and NyQuil
Convertible style, still had the heat knockin
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Bumpin
shit from way back with
my man beatboxin
Shootin the breeze - see
I'm nice with these
You'll be suckin it down
like fast food high- see's
Type of rap bitch that love
underground classics
Gettin more green than
that nigga St. Patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the
set {*dial- up sounds*}
Better off behind a desk
tryin to surf the net
Cause I be adamant,
kill 'em when my joints get added in
Worse than boric acid in
your project cabinet
Dirty Harriet,
increase the fanbases
Leavin non- writin cats stuck
on the plantations
Mini- skirts with tights,
eatin lunch with whites
Leave the party over here
like they Israelites
Got Cali Brooks critics,
Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit
Gonna rock shit down like he
can't get no visits
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One, two, three, four
Rock the whole world like
the Rolling Stone tour
Raw your wack set is faker than
a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so
scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of,
urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we break on through
Before I care about your take on me,
we take on you
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Yo, yo, yo
We bring it straight to your
face from the start, yo
Rage Against the Machine, break it apart
Might be over your head,
but it's straight from the heart
I show my love in the light while
why'all hate in the dark
Straight to apocalypse is where
I'm takin the art
Givin niggaz battle scars,
ALWAYS makin my mark
You fakin the part of gangster,
til niggaz break in your spot
You straight bitch whether I say it or not
Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track
Put our town's names on the map
From now until we fadin to black
Where we at? Thug rebels
love metal clubs ghetto
When the slugs let go like
Frankie Beverly
Forever we stack notes like the treasury,
flow heavenly
Get you high on speech
laced with obscenity
Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds,
and need rescue remedy
Then fall the fuck off like limbs
affected with leprosy
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One, two, three, four
Why the fuck can't
MC's MC no more?
Hardcore til somebody put
me under the ground
With a dick in your ear,
still couldn't fuck with my sound
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One, two, three, four
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Takin me straight to the weed spot,
then to the liquor sto'
"Gimme Some Mo'" like
Busta Bus', who do you trust?
Swingin through,
your favorite neighborhood lush
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I'm I- rate,
usin your body for live bait
Xzibit rockin them heavy gems
you can't take
Dilate, cock back the weight,
spread hate
Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight
Hit gates in my younger days,
from the policeman
Me and my clan used to dance
thicker than quicksand
Supply and demand the hand
is quicker than the eye
Find some chickens to fry,
while you find it hard to stick to your lie
I see through the tricks,
destroy the facade
Your little lungs is too weak
to hotbox with God
Rah Digga, First Lady of the
Flipmode Squad
Gotta be hard like a young
nigga walkin the yard
For the first time,
we ain't the niggaz you let shine
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Expect mines to blow lines
like coke everytime
I'm an Alkaholik nigga
so I finish the fifth
You at the front door bitchin because
you ain't on the list
Talib Kweli
