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Inflation of the blunt rhymes calls for infiltration of the Front lines, eat a punk like pork rinds Roll trashy emcees up, puff and pull another toke out Stomp `em out like the great american smoke out I vote against another weeded emcee Next one I see will be a bleeding emcee Intensified, I blow up the wack Fools, make a narcoleptic an insomniac. "Mom he`s fat, mom he`s fat, let me buy his tape!" Ten years from now Showbiz`ll dig in my crates `Cause all the dope breaks i have in my room Japanese bamboo flute? Damn, didn`t think I would have it Now every other DJ out there is gonna` grab it Or give me some records to sample, I don`t need those Cool wit me though, my shit`s tight like Speedos
Pick up the pieces, puzzle pieces, check the new releases Ask what the stink is, it`s me, I`m the shit like feces I need these rhymes and metaphors `Cause like Kool Keith said I`ll make `em better for The break beats I use to fuse with Kids `cause they did, pop the fucking lid Competition has expired like milk in your mama`s fridge You ain`t a soap opera, so stop all the drama, kid Jump out the box like a mug named Jack Named after what your rhymes are worth, you worthless mack I got stacks of new material The inferior will try to get to the interior Inside I keep the secret laboratory Like Mad Professor I guess the scrolls are on the second story Don`t bore me with wack production I will call for destruction shit`s tight like stuffing
Shit`s tight like a virgin, you heard men screaming Possessed by the demon out of Jersey you heard me With the on-and-off drums, I come correct Like Alex Trebec catching wreck like a broke neck Double metaphors affecting how I`m mic checking One, two, as if I couldn`t count Bounce like a fat check or a fat chick on a trampoline I trample fiends who deem it necessary to bury bones Of the skeletons in my closet I had the beat and lost it Frost it like a cake with the flavor of the month Tell me what you want... tell me what you want, don`t front I`ll bring you what you desire with no perspire-ation But I`ll lose patience if you ask for G-Funk Fuck the P-funk, I`m coming with the elephant trunk Of rhymes for your ass, you better catch it hold your mitt tight Shit`s tight, shit`s tight, the shit is tight
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