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good-lookin You wanna battle, I don't think so Cincinnati are you ready for Kweli It's wanna battle, rock with main flow Brooklyn, come on [Main Flow

Street ATL to Dallas ya heard me? check it out Porsche spots drop Gun in the stash box Get ya bitch ass shot stuntin around here (here) Flow so hot They

they can't see The M1, will melt a nigga wig like gangrene And my trees is laced, bucket is half licked My whole team got laced, half of them rich The other

the plan on some scheme-ass shit but, that's your man I'm sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front and put a block on that other shit you want But the

this Packin' a .44 Roll in a Crip 6' They call me Sin Loc Yes the G that ain't no joke The mystery of mess With a killa Snoop rat flow See a Slob's brain

the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it [Krayzie] Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy-E 1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow

bout the brainless aimless Body with the stainless I'm a be in the 6-4. A Schizo talkin other language Yo' maine which your brain split I'm a commit the hit flow

hit you with the shit to digest In this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finest Your Highness, leavin corny niggaz spineless Attack it with the classic rhyme flow

on the enemy USA made, field grade steel face Movin' at a Canibus pace in the proto subspace Nobody could hold me back, my flow bloviates into a spiritual