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Mic check...
Come through, dig the sound! Crowd around! I used to cop a lot |
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Hold mics like pony tails, tight, in [????]
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Stop and stick around
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Come through and dig the sound
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Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around
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Bound to go three-plat
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Came to destroy rap
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It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strap
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[? Vemstack?] cats get kidnapped
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Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did that
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Metal Face terrorists claim responsibility
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Broken household name usually said in hostility
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Um... what... MF, you silly
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I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli'
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"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double
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Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo
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Watch your own back
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Came in and go out alone, black
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Stay in the zone - turn H2O to Cognac
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On Doomsday!
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Ever since the womb ‘til I'm back where my brother went
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That's what my tomb will say
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Right above my government, Doom will lay
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Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?
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I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section
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If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then
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Cell number 17, up under the top bunk
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I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk
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Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped
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God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape
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Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children
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One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building
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While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer
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I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer
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A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime
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Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime
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Get out my face, askin' ‘bout my case, need toothpaste
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Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get [?dentadent?]
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And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness
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Real mens mind their own business
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That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
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How come I hold the microphone double-clutch
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C.O.'s make rounds, never have ‘ox found
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On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown
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On Doomsday!
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Ever since the womb ‘til I'm back where my brother went
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That's what my tomb will say
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Right above my government, Doom will lay
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Either unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say?
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Doomsday
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Every since the womb ‘til I'm back to the essence
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Read it off the tomb
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Either engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say?
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Pass the mic like "Pass the peas like they used to say"
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Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk
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I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk
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Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang
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Nicknames [? off nipple and tip of nipples?].metal fang
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Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang
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Known amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutangs
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Only gin and Tang
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Guzzled out a rusty tin can
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Me and this mic is like yin and yang
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Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth
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It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth
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I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth
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Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth
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But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce
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So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife
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Strong enough to please a wife
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Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life
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Cut the crap far as rap
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Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing
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What the devil? He's on another level
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It's a word! No, a name! MF - the super-villain!
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Doomsday!
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Dig the sound
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Crowd around |
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