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[Ced Gee]
Yo whassup yo
We in the Ultra lab man
We got this beat
rollin man
We might as well start this Chorus Line, y'all with that?
[Tim Dog]
Word up, yeah let's do this shit man
Let's get on that
[Ced Gee]
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Yo so how we gonna do this? Yo..
Matter of fact, you know how we gon' do it?
Yo Tim
Dog, you lead it off, aight?
[Tim Dog]
Aight
[Ced Gee]
We
gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man
It's on you, take it my brother
[Tim
Dog]
Ahhhhhhhhh [edited], call me the hick that vicked
To lick the dick you spick,
cause I'm too quick
I be appraisin, raised with the brave
I'm the headmaster and
you're my slave
Metaphor master, rhymes are disaster
Have the class to, faster, call
me the master
You wanna jet, project with a similie
But I'm so large I boned your girl
Emily
Procrastinator, laid her, hate her, played her, sprayed her
You wanna be taught?
Later
I'll control, get bold, uphold, re-fold
in tow.. cause I got so
many
dollars, scholars, holler
Girlies wanna stop and talk but I walk
away, cause Dog don't
lay
If rappers wanna play - go ride a sleigh
I'll compare and dare with a stare
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You say where? I'm over here
Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircales
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difficult, to some terrifical
Hypothetically, alphabetically
Energetically,
theoretically
No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting more
Dog will get more, yes yes yes
y'all
I manifest protest and progress
Confess with reflex, cause I get cold sex
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I can't believe how dope I am
Give me a pound, thank you ma'am
So whether you thi |
