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[TAME: We`re gonna run through this]
[Boom Skwad: Like this, like that, like this, like that] [TAME: This shit like the West Nile virus] [Verse One] I`m the north Doctor Kevork, smokin` on Newport shorts Fuck what you though cuz beefin` with me Will get your front porch torched. Snub nose like a force, addressin` issue like The Source I`m Osama Bin Ladin`s attack force Blastin` off screamin`, "Fuck da passport"! Commin` thru customs, talkin Russian, broke off Robatussin Open up them beeps I`m puzzle da hussle by tusslin` Snd whip the beats out in the streets. Ain`t nothin you come up with fuck with me Production companies have lunch with me Eatin` ya`ll for dinner I`m a museum classic for all you wax spinners Its only logical for me to spit it as ill as possible By any means nessa, applyin` pressure You gettin` ya gord n` Latrell`s messed up. I push up like a calestenic, hallu-sin-a-genic That`s what`s up, rollin` cabbage up, actin` up I`m like "Hell with you", and you like hate this picture I`m cocky to the paparazzi, the black Chachi Nigarachi, on more drugs than Whitney Hou` and Bobby I`m probably high now, infa-red dot cha eyebrow Black and chan kick ya ass like "Kay-Yo! Pai-ow!" Lyrically takin` the liberty Dissin` my enemies with obsenities Suppin` my entity, takin` amphetamines With energy like it was ten of me Mentally sick, quick to spit Shit on anything that you publish in private or public. Call me Mr. Fuck-it [CHORUS] They say I`m crazy, I`m crazy crazy [like this, like that] And you can say it baby, baby I-iii-ii be just smokin with my weed [like this, like that, like this, like that] [VERSE TWO] True indeed like callin` out all you ballers Runnin` through Walker`s office makin` all the caucus nausious Smokie-mon, Obi-Wan kenobi, Thomas Dolby I be blindin` you with science, the West Nile virus From dirty New Jersey with thirty dirty rifles for hitmen About to put a hit on Christie Whitman Blue and grey`d up, my dues is paid up I be in the back seat tell bitches turn my tape up Fuckin up ya sheets now CHORUS [VERSE THREE] This covert operation has been rated triple-x From the Internet chatroom topic in the flesh My usual phramacutical use make me hard to produce Because my brain is toxic slop atomic soup, voodoo juice The notty topic coffee shops, I`m holdin` it down like waybacks The Todd Bridges of rap, I`m catchin` contact from my A-das Olympic trinkets hold secrets, peep how they freak it Like Remy and Marshall getting Tame all weeded CHORUS
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