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[A.G.] I spit stress on tracks, givin' all a y'all hard time So alive, swing to par fights With one stroke catch you on a quiet note Without you pertune when you sing the same tune I keeps the boom like sonic My hibonics can't be fucked with Ass get hit and passed like the bag we just slit Terror on tracks, word is that I'm sweet with mine Show & A shit is basic more than be two rhymes All them honeys in the fronroll those freaks is mine All ya niggas that's gunbold can't compete with mine Like JD, we burn 'em like back draft Let the truth hit 'em, like ba buddhism You didn't do the math I hold my own like Bud Bundy with no date Got the torn men's attitude that kind of rich men hate So what's the explanation from a skits a friend estate And times I fear my niggas at times I can't relate Watch me blow spots and show cats how to rock Properly like goddi(?)and that nigga I gotta be [Hook] (Show scratches; look me in my eyes and tell me what you see) [A.G.] Top ten terrorist, check it out I'm the cleverest, top ten terrorist Chickens ever diss, they become featherless Hate derelicts, certified gold metalist You can play fly cause I'm the most high like Everest Look at all these fakes, musically you imitate the crates Won't succeed moving at full speed with no breaks Like Jake, watch me take your entourage Can't see me, I'm camouflaged, and besides, I'm God Mad hard, like the S.A.T., 've shorties Caught up in the mental, watch her bless A.G Evidently, you still don't know, because you tempt me Thought you was the boss when your wack thoughts were empty Not Fat Joey Crack, but still Jealous One's Envy Who sent me? D.I.T.C., good and plenty Like the doctor, smoke a Spike Joint and watch "Clockers" Get rude like Shabba, make moves behind my blockers The sickness, you want the pure, you'd better pick this Bitches can't get this, faggots remain dickless Mathematics used to be supreme Got no invisible means to reach my dreams, just faith Do little with it, nothing without it The placed Show & A I doubt it We're here forever, brainstorming Let it hang out when our performing See I have to, I'm a natural Like Jar (?) Got your brain leaking Nah I'm better yet this pourage Puttin' hoes in your ideas Blood on your fly gear I've had it, rap's a anti stealing magnets Craps get dealt with, no method took my methods [Hook]
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