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a lyrical slaugher nothin of a clue/
if fame is callin..must be a prank-on-you/
if use a killa then the rap is sick-be/
no hoes u get fondled by trans like u was chingy/
get rid of bush it aint no-treason/
and if its ur time..do like hockey and cancel the season/
from point a to point b to c/
wet ya up so bad..add u as victim of the tsunami/
lines just be all-sick with it/
spit deadly diseases on tracks u would think im just sick with it/
soon-i'll show the bitch in you/
yea u sick nigga,in other words im sick of you/
u base urself as one to brace/
but like enrique's mole i just get you out of my face/
u braggin how u brace and lace/
when the only thing tight bout u is the belt around ur waist/
spit ill wit skills u dont got/
you jose canseco the way u keep gettin ur ass shot/
talk from u just nothin but bull/
where u live at ur named push-in door,you'll never pull/
im a beast no part of the x-men/
ether like chemical-lines einstein wouldnt even comprehend/
i dont pretend im not an actor/
represent for my people but in ways still spit as a rapper/
i got a mental mind strong to bench/
u thirsty..guns wet ya up for that thirst to be quench/
time to respond but time is up/
u cant stay on a straight-pathway like an off-road truck/
now in the street u hear shots/
get jump and ya boys play it blind like they was playin jamie foxx/
get respect at the side get-do/
call u j-lo..playing yoself more times then the get right video/
u sign a deal with the devil/
i dont need no elevator to raise up to be at the next level/
expand thru any type of land/
u got no guns so the only thing u raising is ya hand/
most cats out believe they safe/
put ya hands around the 'locks' for yo ass to really feel 'safe'/
ask run for the help of the cops/
but i'll still stomp on you til your lifeline straight up stops/
im still on top with my throne/
u aint got to be gary coleman to show the world u havent yet to this time grown/
frontline of the barrage im in lead/
nnow u got put underground like plantin seeds/
u choose to hide all-around the world/
treat ya girl like a rollcoaster and give it a whirl/
so play it like a gun to ya side/
punch-holes on ya car to show u aint ready to ride/
u decided on to be safe-and-hide/
spell ur name with smoke in the air the only time u stay high/
so now duke just bare witness/
u say u street then hookin urself is ur type of business/
