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Hook!
Smack rappers dyslexic, this track we wrecked it
We gonna set it off, oh-seven we gonna get it
Wack shit dont send it, careers soar if we let it,
Street Science, yeah you can go ahead and bet it
Its third eye the cuban, the one you was waiting for
So what you haitin for, fuck it dont say no more
Nobody better then, third eye the republican,
so you dont wanna cross the line like a mexican
Your one three five, our skills are nowhere even
your a blemish to earth, why are you breathin?
In battles I slap up emcee's like rick james bitch
I hate rappers, cause your all on the same shit
so random, your all on my dick like magnums,
Ill kill you losers without the use of hand guns
If you shoot a rapper dead, then he lives forever
So ill put a mic cord to your neck and sever it
and if a bird diss then they become feather less
I only speak truth, so call me third eye the reverend
The realest shit ever spoke, my saliva is golden
You dudes like polariod's get shook n stay frozen
Hook!
Smack rappers dyslexic, this track we wrecked it
We gonna set it off, oh-seven we gonna get it
Wack shit dont send it, careers soar if we let it,
Street Science, yeah you can go ahead and bet it
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