| F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
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| For no formidable fights I’ve been formed to forget
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| For Pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
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| befo’fondlin female MC’s fiercely
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| Focus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies
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| My phonetics alone forces feeble MC’s into defense on the fly
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| Feel me, for real-a
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| Let’s get the skrilla’s out the hands of these gorillas
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| Make the whole world feel us From the crack to the cap peelers
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| to the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers
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| Relax till it’s, time for the immaculate miraculous
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| Thirteen, OOOWWW, THE ILLEST!
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| To all my niggaz who been shitted on, let’s get it on Think I’m gonna let it hang, and sit it on the desk of any redneck record exec
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| I strike em wit the right hand send em a step
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| And this is (Hell!) this is (Hell!)
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| This is (Hell!)9x
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| This is Hell, incest kids under pressure
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| In the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresser
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| A hundred CC’s of the uncut cleanest
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| In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous
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| To the left, we have right wing extremists
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| On a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no penis
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| Martinez, probably
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| Just as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae this is (Hell!)
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| This is (Hell!)8x
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| This is, this is, this is, this is This is, this is, this is, this is Yo yo I feel like I’m one of the livest
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| One of hip hop’s finest, elite rhymers
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| And I plan to graduate wit honors
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| But one day we’ll all be a bunch of old-timers wit Alzheimer’s
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| Lookin at our label’s roster wonderin how the fuck they forgot us After we done recorded dozens of albums
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| And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us We givin niggaz what THE FUCK they want
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| A holocaust, stompin niggaz wit a thousand man march
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| I ain’t livin in hell, hell’s livin in me That’s why I’m always screamin on you fuckin MC’s
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| The shit that I quote, float wit the buoyancy of a boat
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| wit the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat
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| Overdose that’s extremely fatal
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| Doctors in white labcoats scramble for an antidote to save you
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| You can’t breathe, your chest feels painful
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| Your skin color’s goin from dark brown to beige-blue
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| Your whole room’s full of angels
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| All in your ear tryin to tell you which God you should pray to You pray to Je-sus, but He don’t wanna save you
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| Cuz you unfaithful, so He gives you to Azazel
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| You’re paralyzed on the operatin table
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| Prayin for Canibus to slice you from head to navel
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| You banned from TV, banned from CD’s
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| Banned from DVD’s and downloadable MP3s! |