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Yea, c'monC'mon, yea, c'monLet's take a trip but not of the physicalSense of direction on a kid who's artisticalThrough a gallery of thoughts, of course it's dopePay it tough like the name on my ropeWatch it be weary instead of steppin wit the boysA musical massacre of inadequate noiseBy the new authority 'cause a majorityOf peers who hear will award superiorityTo those who know you knew now it's inevitableI laid the track and it's simple unforgettableTime had told me better than gold, I soldAnd in front of a group of soul is a new episodeSo like see if you can grab a pawn yet another oneTake it to the everyday like it's done the sonWords connected up to another degreeAnd if an artist who planned it there, portrait of a masterpieceIt's unquestionableThe lyrics used, the D.O.C.'s a professionalNothing exquisite to prohibit you from listening upCrisp and clean but I don't mean 7-UpI preside ill dippy dope to frantic to panicAnd just a man on a mission wit something more in the atticI'm just an ordinary, faring very fewLetras de cancionesDo it to the mic, is the D.O. to the C., youMade the choice that doesn't need to pretendI'm on the extend, I know about the ?(elevator end)?But anytime between I'm spendin'Play strong, write it like it never endingKeep creating while suckers are hating me nowKeep the upper hand 'cause the respond is gonna plowNo one can handle the physical tortureI've been taking and no matter what, I'll support'chaGoals and dreams although is seems it won't come trueAll of that is up to you, yoBut if you can't handleYou need a check, 'cause rap's like a gambleBasically outspoken, keeping them choking onBut you recall, yo, a helluva rap songDoing it forever together wit Dre, it will never ceaseMoney and records like Portrait of a MasterpieceNot an exceptionalistInstead of the norm, walking and holding my testicles?(swoon for a six)?, spell out what it means to be dopeThe D.O. to the C., they can't copeDeal the real, yo, it's better 'cause I had to beBetter than any 'cause of majorityNegative never, I'm all about a positive force if you recallIt's the D.O.C. on the ballThat much greater, Dre upon the faderPump the bass at the paceMost like by the D.O.C and this is it'Cause when it's hype, then I feel that it's the shitWord, never would I stop, I drop the beat I willEspecialy when I have to killI'm an annihilator, standing a full 6' 3And I really don't think you wanna deal wit mePotrait of a, watch out, I'll go..[DOC] Hold on Dre stop the beat, let me catch my breath[Dre] Aiyyo man, why ya stopping that was funky[DOC] To catch my breath[Dre] Alright you got it (yea) kick itStrong blowing kisses to the windThe D.O.C. in fact to attack the wicky wackAnd take the rightful place at a rightful timeThe D.O. to the C. and it's mineMove, 'cause no one's gonna take the spotDoing the groove, why, 'cause it's the diggy diggy D.O.C.[Dre]Yeah, that's cool, let's go to the next record. From Letras Mania