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Verse one: Kaboom! guess who stepped in the room? Lookin like the creature from the black lagoon Theres gonna be a 187 real soon If some niggas dont give me some elbow room Im runnin with the legion of doom Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon I track range between space and time And push back like receding hair lines Thats the essence of the effervescence At this melodic dynamic shit progresses A mic murderer for hire As I sit back and watch your little gimmick backfire Under the circumstances in any order of events I be with sick niggaz rollin thick Dissin the system got america mad at me Like my name was o.j. simpson Chorus: repeat 2x My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you Verse two: Get off my d.k. you pitty pat bitch, stepped into the party People wonderin if Im a start some shit Prisoner of the media very often Cause people be blowin shit out proportion False information and bogus arithmetic Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating shit How could i? why should I damage my career? Over a nigga thatll probably bust me out of fear Dont let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass cant get out When I see you Im a pull your dreads out your scalp Caution: code red I could kill you now but instead Im a put this thought into your head I got the illest crew in the industry We could go to war for 30 years like foreign countries Yo slow your roll Cause I dont really think you know with what you dealin Chorus Verse three: Man fuck bitches Im getting money And laughin at these clown ass niggaz like they funny The grand imperial with milky material I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal. One thing I gotta say my squad never lost it Unlike you corny mcs out there who farrah fawcett Cant rhyme runnin your mouth all the time While def squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes Got the funk lord squeezin the life out of keyboards While each mc tear the frame out of mic chords Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin heists Grown ass men crying like little mice, but ima bounce true indeed Cause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed Now Im back in the city lights And all I can think about is keepin it tight
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