| Here with muthafucking basik
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| You know what im sayin I got a foul ass mouth
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| But not really givin a fuck this is all freestlye
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| One tape do it like this no fakes
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| On the microphone distroy all snakes
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| In the grass Murs will beat that ass
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| If it has to come to that type of situation
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| But I really know that patience is a virtue
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| But I just might hurt you call it curtins
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| Pull up a skirt on a few emcees actin
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| Bitch wanna change off that switch
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| Like a light 25watt, you ain’t that bright
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| Might get socked in the night
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| Where I’m from Mint City, where we roam
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| Come hard over drums
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| Everybody wants to hum
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| Some other niggas song, be on the dick
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| Of other crews too long now wheres your song
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| At got a whole tape but ain’t nobody else
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| Gonna kick a rap unless they famous
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| Thats the fool from table of contents
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| Your whole porpose is aimless
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| Need to get some shit Condence it
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| Into one form have a common goal
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| When I’m bombing soul on this track
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| Everybody knows my spirt comes intact
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| Never um post hande or should I say
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| On strike like UPS I might just incave yo chest
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| Like this make a casium when I spit this shit
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| Have your chest doing spasum Fantasium
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| Like that four with the spikes
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| Everybody knows I dont sport nike’s
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| Well I really kinda do cause I can’t afford
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| Other shoe They cost to much
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| Everybody wanna rock the dutch
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| Or other should I say the British walking
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| Shit talkers from New York Get cooked
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| Burnt up, I stay way like pork
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| How many emcees have said that I’ve read that
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| Rap book you had all them rhymes you had
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| Was wack, Take it like that uh this nigga Murs With a freestyle verse
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| With basik
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| Your whole stlye is wack so face it
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| This nigga Murs with a freestlye verse
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| And basik your whole style is wack just face it
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| Can’t Replace it
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| (Basik)
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| Can’t replace, Can't replace it one on one
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| This is Basik Yo checking in one two
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| Watch out for your whole crew
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| We might do them by the two’s
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| Three’s and a hundreds I got you in a tundra
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| Freezing your toes Basik emcee expose
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| Superstition, I guess you thought you was Wishing you was in another
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| State
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| I negate no property, Basik emcee afully
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| All up in all these Emcees
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| Taking them off stage with a swift kick
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| You might sling from my dick
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| Matter of fact You’s a trick
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| Sell you on the coner for two bucks a less
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| You be selling your rhymes
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| Like it was two bucks of stress
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| Just a little bit of style
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| And a little bit of this
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| And a little bit of spice here
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| And a little ingrediant there
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| Now ima come out then ima start to stare
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| Mad doggin wack emcees
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| Ima stomp em with girls clogs
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| And keeping them cloging up
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| Like arteries Fool’s be swellin up
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| Thinking they gonna serve me
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| I think not
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| I’ll put you in my pot
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| Everythings for 50degrees got it hot
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| Pull out about four emcees please
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| Watch me ease of all eww
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| All these punks never
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| I’m way to clever
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| Used to live down the street
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| ]From this fool named Trevor
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| But he got a little shaddy
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| So I had to make him not my baby
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| Had to serve him
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| And send him on the curb
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| And send him on the street
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| And run him over with my Honda Accord
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| Never Bored
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| While I soared in the sky
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| Basik emcee will never die
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| Im living continuosly
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| Mater of I should say infinative
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| You wanna live up dont step up
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| You might limp back
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| Watch for the attack
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| ]From me and Murs you’ve gotta stay dope
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| If you don’t wanna be wack
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| Thats obvious
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| Matter of fact Im seein this
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| Threw the scope of my eyes
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| Matter of fact I got three of them
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| Matter of fact I got five of them
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| Cause im counting my glasses
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| Kicking many asses
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| All through Like going slow like malasis
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| If you want me to slow down the style
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| Leave a wack emcee
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| Thinking ima gon get wild
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| Now wait little child
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| You might get smacked
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| You need a pasifire
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| You a wack emcee you was a lyre
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| Talkin about you was 10 leauges higher
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| But 10 leauges lower in the sea
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| Wanna be me
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| I bet you wanna clone
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| You drone
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| I’m like the bully of the block
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| Ima take yo twinkies out your lunch box
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| Then take your money
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| And put it in my socks
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| And then walk down the street
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| With this damn beat
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| That shit is thumpin
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| Keep bumpin in the bay area
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| With my man Murs
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| Wanna kick a freestyle verse
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| Leave a wack emcee in a hearse
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| Now you cursed |