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Juice - Key to the City

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Still got that key to the city....

[Verse 1]
uh..uh....uh
J-U, The hot shit, to hot to fall
I`m too ahead of my time kid, I stop for y`all
in a drunk mind state, I bomb Kuwait
I`m so ill I raise the dead when I rhyme at wakes
From the moment that my first verse caught your head
years later you`ll be buggin` off the thoughts I said
Now I`m lampin` on the street, with my foot on the curb
give me the illest concept, and I can put it in words
Analog mics are used to record the subliminal
Pro Tools chapped em soundwave and make em digital
Flow cool Juice`ll do the mic something pitiful
For me you`re gonna need a million gigabytes minimal
Niggas wanna rap they gettin in it for dough
but start hangin up when they cell minutes are low
I`m toed back off of a couple Guinnesses though
I`ll have people passin` out before I finish the show
now you feelin` insecure when I grin at yo` ho`
I had her ass in the air kid, chin on the flo`
Now you tryin` to spend your dough, so your women`ll know
I`m still Juice but big Panik put the gin in the flow
Now the flows are the fattest crazy rap status
Juice hold belts in all the fuckin` weight classes
I`m anti-sobriety, I try to stay tipsy
I move at the speed of light, Blink, you missed me

[Chorus]
From the Midwest, to the West
And all sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed
No matter how it goes we fresh
Cause you can have a scantron and still can`t test, the best

[Chorus 2]
From the East coast to the West
The best sides of the U.S. feeling buddah blessed
No matter how it goes we fresh
Cause you can have a scantron and still can`t test, the best

[Verse 2]
I was told by the council, to lead the new millinium
One ounce`ll have your skin chippin` like a pentium
3 processor, nobody floss fresher
my style very day to day like a cross dresser (Whoo)
Juice at the club, your whore I macked her
She forgot she had a man until the morning after
Bones and vocal cords get torn and fractured
She said comparin` us was like before and after
Juice bust `em out, flush `em out, what`s the fuss about
I kick lines other cats can only cuss about
they say Juice is on the lose, have you seem him
I`m day and night and every hour between `em
I`m on some Mary J. shit, nigga this is my life
Tape so hot they had to wrap it up in dry-ice
So having any thoughts about winnin me God
is like tryin to save a game without a memory card
And in case you didn`t know, I`m paid to hijack your motorcade
Try to wave to the crowd I`m blowin off your shoulder blade
your chance to live is at a very low percentage
your so close to death that you can see your own image
A amateur, lost to a professional
Now they dissconnectin you from all that bullshit you was connected to
I need no remorse, I had to diminish `em
In Mortal Kombat I had the crowd screamin` "Finish him"

[Chorus 1] + [Chorus 2]

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