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[M. Sayyid] you're nothin, huntin, buntin tryin to figure it out, frontin fuck that I'm like tut black rap with the stuff that chemist's is tryin to figure now in the lab on lean focus straight, channel thirteen used to sneak out while pops feet kicked back on the couch asleep, lampin had some tv's to shut off and it was just the straight national anthem now I'm campin flows in shows another class of rhymin to the foes while they dampin you'll not flatter me I'll blow you to the wall like an art gallery deep like submarine tragedy non-stop hits like that bunny with the battery [High Priest] yo, man. spit that shit you were spittin me on the telephone man [M. Sayyid] what, that news copter doppler shit? somethin like that? [High Priest] yeah, yeah, yeah Letras de canciones[M. Sayyid] all my people in the populus let your arms swing like an octapus M. Sayyid since a seed had the need to tell what I see saw it up and down, then I flipped quick into the pit stop restock and fix the mix up, hit ya clique up with dirty piss out the dix cup reknicked up kicked up, draftin shit to drop on you like an f350 dual rear wheel pickup plus I get dough without a gat just my finger on your back like this is a stick up in a hollow didn't even swallow, I'm gonna start clappin like the apollo so what I'm sayin is I'm clever, quicker, butter, better, whatever 95 degrees in the breeze or minus six over the bearing seas with no sweater I'll always keep you fallin apart like pleather vanatta brass and 79 coins in a sock swingin on your spine from behind you pulled out a nine, I turned into a green light and ran over you mind From Letras Mania