| Uh, E-V, ALC, Statik Selek'
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| Watch it, uh, let’s get it
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| Talk to 'em for a sec
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| Before you get into the flow, just talk to 'em for a minute
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| Yeah, E-V the truth, man
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| Watch you bring down the movement
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| Call him the carpenter
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| Better yet, call him the architect
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| This shit ain’t fly
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| Rather sit up, watchin' paint dry
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| E-V killin' this shit, ain’t I?
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| And if they question it, I tell 'em A. I
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| I’m the answers to your problems, man
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| Got no dancers, just start it, man
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| It’s the only place I’m headin' for
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| When in four, goin' for, movin' on we gon' do
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| How we do, yeah, we rock and roll
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| As long as Rak' can roll, Babu (Dilated)
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| We got the block controlled, and that’s true
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| It’s sad to say goodbye so I’m through
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| And I can rock a rhyme in just static
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| Spontaneous, I drop sporadic
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| I drop shit when the needle drops down on the plastic
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| I never drop that ball, I drop that raw
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| Come sideways out your mouth and I drop that jaw
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| Fuck the top on the Range, I’ll just chop that off
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| So I can feel the summer breeze blow, when I creep slow
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| Let out the tree smoke, without a seed, ho
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| On the line I’m hittin' all of my free throws
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| Takin' it back, I’m on my repo
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| I’ll switch into beast mode, push it to the max like Stezo
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| Without those parachute pants and dances
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| Wild style, I should throw buckets of a paint at a canvas
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| And let it drip, Statik cut the record, don’t let it skip
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| Test the rocket launcher, light it and let it rip
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| Goodbye |