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Yeah, uh, Yeah, uh (Formaldyhide salmons)Northface gooses, South Orange Avenue producersEastcoast is the loosest (Yeah)West district is ruthless (Boom Squad nigg-uh!)We leave you toothless (P-P-P)Eastern Conference All-Stars, ahGhetto Stars (Like this)[Tame 1]The hip-hop Anthony Perkins, constantly merkinFor certain, excuse me - y`all say for sheez-ayDogs like me be like "We want Eazy!"Tame 1 be talkin greasy, this became a D-DayBurnin more rent lines than eight major freewaysMy motto is `Fuck you, don`t follow`Skirts who won`t swallow, or get stunk tomorrowOh well, I still can`t tell, you actin beat bitchBeat it, no secret, I`ll merk you half weededMy bars are like Zanex`sBroke it down to fours, they bring down yoursEncyclopedia Brown, kick it in punk![Copywrite]This no-suggresive artform, none of you bastards want itCuz I don`t paint on a canvas, I slam rappers on itLaughin at clowns with they demos, passin `em outPass it to me, get it tossed to the trash with a smileBad Boy, with a long barrel that`s all narrow+Shyne+ behind bars like Jamal BarrowYou got a cast-iron stomach?Let`s see how strong it is when I cock this and blast iron from itYou flow sick, but too slow spittin your coldestI`ll come up with a cure before any symtoms are noticedYou tryin to shit on me - it`s a dreamI got a way with words like alphabet soup on a triple beam[J-Zone]You want a free verse, your label was a joke from the startYou want a free beat then put a stethoscope to your heartYou want free dick then baby go back to your exYou want free advice chump, shave the back of your neckI use threats over money so deejays won`t play my jamsInternet B-Boy`s want to know what race I amBlack, white, or Spanish, you figure it outLearn how to rhyme off mine and take your dick out your mouthIt`s `bout to get ill in here, so stop starin bitchOld Man Big in there, Christina Aguilera`s pimpUPS is hiring so close the trapCuz my old gym techer ain`t supposed to rap[Cage]I went to my grandmother`s funeral, fucked up in a rushStood over that bitch, spun embalmin fluid fiendin for dustMy baby`s mama taught my daughter to ask for paperTold her Disney World blew up, so I ain`t had to take herMy engineer`s a dominatrix tryna master meMy outer-body experiences got dead cops after meHow my anit-pop records get played on TV?The explaination`s the same is why you hate on E.C.So don`t be alarmed when you see me and my soundmanholdin a firearm, stompin some bitches for a ???If my ex tries to come to the show to dumb outI`ll make the crowd beat the fuck out of her `fore I come out[Mr. Eon]It`s Julius Err-ving, with wordslingMics inverting, fuck all you stupid earthlingsY`all could shed light, if y`all were the sunWipe the cum off a head and take a gold off of mineOne top could never invade my paradimeSee propoganda paphlets through the ascinineTrounce with mic-stands, jump over techniquesMy soul got caught up in mom`s ovariesNo angel on my shoulder just two devilsFeeding chemicals, pushing blood past legal levelsIt`s the accomplice who`s too obnoxiousTo accomplish, leavin you rookie fucks astonished[Skillz]Yo it`s the G-H the O the S-T WhiteA conversal with me, shit that`s like talkin to fireIf you touch it it burns, and you don`t wanna do thatYou could talk to it all day and it won`t talk backI still battle niggas so scrap ya plansI ain`t gotta be in promotions to rap ya vanCats 2-way me all day to deliver a hitBut I ain`t writin shit down `til they deliver some chipsIf B.I.G. was here, he`d say I was "Dead Wrong"Cuz I don`t get on the radio and say verses that I said in the songIt`s Mad Skillz muhfucker the V.A. donE.C. emcee, AKA Shaquan[Camu Tao]All my niggas buggin out, wasted on drugsTalk shit nigga, thug it out, ya waitin on gunsCuz I`m a dirty nigga that likes the guts cut upAnd put my hands in the heat until my fingers burn upAnd pick my teeth with the remains when the bodies turn upI`ll stay rotten, stay plottin on ya bitch and her cuntAIDS victim, stickin my bloody dick in the cupCuz I`m hotter than the bobbins and skillets in ya momma kitchenI`m even hotter than the fuckin seat the Devil sits inCold shoulder niggas get blazed foreverAnd your heat`ll never happen like rubbin to wet sticks togetherYou fags wanna fight and shoot its whatever...

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