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Verse 1Now for next to little or nothin' I be rippin' up every functionwith scientifical mad man consumptionswith mass productions of mass conjunctionsI display new ways of mc destruction'cause ain't nothin' better than the shit I got makin' niggas jump off the roof and roof-topsI put the hip in hop and the don't in stop and the clips in glocks when I rock box your blockmy hypothesis on this is you niggas better come in terms of my vocabulary quickor get dissedmy brain bleeds mental complex feedsbring it on kid I got exactly what you needtwisted metaphors to get your shit in star warslive forever like Bob Marley just becausethe mad matador metaphor rips the hard core for him and his them and theirs you and yourschorus:And it beez like that sometimescause I can't control the rhymeI said it beez like that sometimescause I can't control the rhymeI keep it jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggyLetras de cancioneswe keep it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy cause it be jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggyand it be wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggyVerse 2:the most beautifullest vocabulistpunches phony mc's dead in their esophogausmy analysis is roughly callousedyou better practice if you want to challenge thisI'm symbolic to the sun moon and starsyou gettin' knocked out the box no matter who you arethe funk phat tracks lures you to listenas my vocals send your brain up in the fetal positionlearn a quick lesson of mic aggressionso when I walk down the street there'll be no second guessingnow you can walk the walk talk the talkback burnin' all day but your still fireproof like an ashtrayI'm a scientist in the mix like Plyxturnin' all you fly emcees back into maggotsnon prop soil watch me bubble and spoilpunch you Grand Royal as you foam like boil Chorusverse 3:I played the many thousand roles of street life showed Whodini that the freaks come out in broad daylightme and my crew be tight like Lavren and Shirleyrollin' through all ya'lls hoods pullin all ya'lls fly girliesemcee's always bitch, that makes my style all hardI role with nobody but God and the Squadme and my troops we knock the shit out the sides of dudeslettin the OJ juice loose on phat tracks E-d producedChorus From Letras Mania