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[00:04.75]Whoo Ha![00:06.59]Backpack raps with gats in it[00:07.94]Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace[00:09.80]K-Dot thoroughbred[00:11.22]Move like a militant soldier, on point like a pyramid[00:14.76]A forced to be reckoned with, **** with the best shi[00:16.98]Like the strongest manure, I'm ready when you are[00:19.65]This is it, I'm in the lab cooking up all day[00:21.91]**** 'em up all day like a nymph[00:24.22]I been **** since S curl wave[00:25.74]Trying to convince hoes I got good hair[00:27.43]Knowing damn well there's chemicals there[00:29.55]I'm in the hood with the 17 year-olds that's on hood patrol[00:32.30]And they want stripes, so they shoot off bikes[00:34.48]And you know any moment you can lose your life[00:36.72]So kiss your kids and hug your wife, and what not yo[00:38.58]I spar with a dragon, he tried to throw a flame[00:41.88]But I ducked, then I stabbed him and came out the battle laughin'[00:44.31]That's a metaphor for any rapper who wants it[00:46.99]I smack 'em til their nose is running[00:48.76]You know the hoes is coming if I'm there[00:50.59]And the hoes is ****ing once we hit the hote[00:52.97]There's no assumptions[00:54.44]Cool out before I move out, hop on the 105[00:57.07]Do about 105 before your ass gets threw out the back seat[01:00.07](There's a dead guy on the freeway)[01:01.81]Oh, It's not Dot? Tell the medics it's okay[01:03.95]A beast when the beat break[01:05.51]You probably think I'm shit like this the realest shit I wrot[01:07.90]But to me, it's a throw-away[01:09.31]I stare at the four walls and rap like I'm mad at God[01:11.76]Nice enough to throw a spear at Nas[01:13.98]Launch at Jay, matter fact, let me take that back[01:16.33]See I don't **** with real legends in rap like you d[01:18.76]I'm crucial, concealed by real crips and suwoo[01:21.16]And they shoot like photography students when beef gets to brewing[01:23.98]Is it real son? Is it really real son?[01:25.98]Is it really real son? Is it really real?[01:28.26]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son[01:30.67]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel[01:33.72]You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me[01:38.33]Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them[01:43.24]Come again, no introduction, you know my name[01:46.14]Soul brother, Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling[01:48.75]Orangutan arms banging niggas like a se[01:51.01]When I speak, they ****ing silent like ass for the dea[01:54.10]Violence, I play it like violins in the orchestra[01:56.26]Treat you like vitamins then spit you back out[01:58.23]Like a verse I had way back before I had it mapped out[02:00.59]Rip a page out the Almanac then cross reference when I wreck shit[02:03.76]I wish jaw bone fractures on all of you rappers bumping your gums[02:06.55]Like the measles when the record meets the needle[02:08.45]Heads spinning like a twelve-inch, Smoking the best Celtic[02:11.07]Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word[02:13.16]Big Herb, Ill with it, I need a hospital gown[02:16.44]You need 54 cards, deal with it[02:18.66]You may think I'm killing it, but I'm healing it[02:20.82]Like a bitch in the club, Shoe gam[02:23.34]Ay yo yo, the flow potent[02:24.36]Who's more focused? Kick doors open[02:26.09]Deliver the golden opus leave with two guns smoking[02:28.25]It's me, the podium closing, a poet well-spoken[02:30.42]The gropes is most consistent with imminent penmanship[02:33.25]Mind-bending, co-existing with the written[02:35.50]Verbal assassin, Internally smashing, Spazzing on tracks[02:38.36]Translation, I'm disgusting in action[02:40.38]A lyrical glutton busting over Sounwave productions[02:43.24]Y'all don't want nothing, The sum of all fears[02:45.83]Mercury rising, I'm summer all year[02:48.07]I sixteen 'em to death and wish them the best[02:50.61]I guess that's the gift and a curse, You see my pattering[02:53.09]Y'all still rapping like that's what's happening[02:55.46]I write rhymes with fire on stone tablets[02:57.74]Peep the malice, I'm a monster[03:00.09]Ya boy running like William Joseph Crawford[03:03.31]Is it real son? Is it really real son?[03:04.88]Is it really real son? Is it really real?[03:07.54]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son[03:09.79]Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel[03:12.58]You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me[03:17.06]Every MC, I'm sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them[03:22.34]Straight up, Don't get ate up[03:24.20]Put rappers in quicksand, Dot leaned on 'em like kickstands[03:26.90]I'm so hot, kids put me in their iPod[03:29.44]Even atheists play my shit and say, "My God, Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he's nice[03:34.83]Don't compare me to them, just compare me to Mike Jordan[03:37.59]When I record and the verse and the chorus is ill[03:40.00]You can land in lab of fortune when biting my skills, playa'[03:42.58]Watch I lay-up bar after bar like I'm trying to build a gate up[03:46.33]See me on the way up like an elevator, I'mma let you take the stares[03:49.67]That metaphor meaning I'm already there (Greatness)[03:52.48]I'm in the booth with an apron[03:54.21]Cooking up shit like Martha Stewart was my bitch, Ame[03:56.69]Stay on the curb like a ? day tan?[03:59.18]Blowing herb with my bitch Herb, **** what you niggas hear[04:02.35]We the new West Coast Wu Tang nigga and I'm the bes[04:04.80]Stay blessed, You can suck my dick[04:06.71]Who from the West can kill it like us? Give me their name[04:09.31]Now I take 'em to the house of pain, Top Dawg headquarters