| Notoriously enterprising, vocals for analyzing
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| I move, defiant speech more deeper than Poseidon
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| Give me, the highest esteem like hundreds of cream
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| Lick a shot off like Spock with them laser beams
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| Its the, greatest vocabularian in era
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| My styles vary like leathers, niggas rocking the serum
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| Living forever 40 ki’s couldn’t measure to the treasure
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| From these pedigrees I flow larger than C’s
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| Cristal and Dom-P, getting sexed in the 'telly
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| From bitches, who’s in the running (how they look?) up with Halle Berry
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| I’m far from ordinary, I pitch a K like the arm of Satchel
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| Beware from the strength of the Natural
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| Now from below I die trying like a Japanese hero
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| Lyrics are Kilo’s the outcome nothing but cee-lo's
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| Leave those, unprofessional pros alone
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| Enjoy the sound that’s now emitting out the microphone
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| I’m every word personified, create astonishing lines
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| Go inside and pull a paragraph or two from my mind
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| Then decline the competition and recline inside the vision
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| Of uncanny type precision, hit 'em in all positions
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| Let it be known, my apparatus is stone
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| Inject the hyper tone inside the space between your headphones
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| I’m naturally grown, but leaving it sewn just like a surgeon
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| Money I’m splurging, that mean I got to leave it burning (right)
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| The simple fact, I’m like a Mac when I hit
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| Reality perceived to me, this ain’t no counterfeit shit
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| Doing my thing-thing, I pitch a K like the arm of Satchel
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| Beware from the strength of the Natural |