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[DWIGHT SPITS]I strive to be humble lest I stumbleNever sold a jumbo or copped chicken with it`s mumbo sauceTyson is a Fowl holocaustFill and gas your whole head up with poetry I`m fed upIgnore cordon bluhStand up get upLunge for your knifeDon`t forget your potholders[MF DOOM]WhatThese old thingsAbout to throw them awayWith the gold rings that make `em don`t fit like O.JUsually I take them off with oil of oleMC`s is crabs in a barrel pass the old bayHot as hell and it`s a cold day in itWorking on a way that we roll away tintedSome say the price of holdin heat is often too highYou either be in a coffin or you be the new guyThe one that`s too fly to eat shoe pie[never too busy]Never too busy when it comes down to you and I[Swear to god]A lot of niggaz wish to dieNeed to hold they horsesThere`s bigger fish to fryYour on the listIf not hit the number spotTen and a half Timbs is made to kick your bumbaclotCould have had a V-8F-150 quad cab but I`ll be straightMoney comes and goes like that two bit hussy that night that tried to rush meDwight pass da dutchieSo I can calm down so they don`t get it twistedTake it from the fire side it wont get blisteredGot itWhat happened oh it`s not litThese metal fingers be holding hot shit[DWIGHT SPITS]When I was four I pen god was born in new yorkBack in seventy seven still got nan in the crescentThe effervescent of gods presence is thickUnlike vaporEscaroleextra rollWord to the bakerPeace to the hard working ginger bread makersLooked her up and down said hmmmm too much make upPoor music tasteTen years from being grown upRappers don`t blow up heads do[awwwww shit]My name is Dwight SpitsI`ma sonic addictI use to think it was merely a dangling habitBorn under a bad signI`m serious about this curse of mineI strive to flip it in the fine wineBarely born a virgin is what the stars saidBlack not white red all over doe like elmoTwenty eight years have passed I feel I`m peakingI make music every weekendIt`s a choreA fact of lifeA labor of loveI get mad love but I can test the laborAnd it`s wagesYou know deathI serving life from this gift of godDon`t forget your potholders my niggaz

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