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really could be\nI just try my best to like go all out\nSome might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out\nZulu Nation, brothers that's creation\n\nMinds get flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch tape\nThe Abstract poet incognito, runs the cape\nNot the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my\nPoint across, so bust, the floss\nAs I go in between, the grit and the dirt\nListen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm\nAs I crack the, monotone children of the jazz so, get your own\nSmokin' R&B cause they try to do me\nOr the best of the pack but they can't do rap for it's Abstract, original\nYou can't get your own and that's, pitiful\nI know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug\nOn R&B, but I can't and that's bugged\nBuggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out x 8\nYo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action\nSometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction\nPeople be houndin', always surroundin'\nPulsin', just like a 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Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm\n[01:14.27] As I crack the, monotone children of the jazz so, get your own\n[01:18.90] Smokin' R&B cause they try to do me\n[01:21.13] Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap for it's Abstract, original\n[01:26.41] You can't get your own and that's, pitiful\n[01:28.81] I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug\n[01:31.58] On R&B, but I can't and that's bugged\n[01:33.90] Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out x 8\n[01:53.75] Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action\n[01:56.65] Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction\n[01:58.95] People be houndin', always surroundin'\n[02:01.45] Pulsin', just like a migraine poundin'\n[02:03.98] You don't really fret, you stay in your sense\n[02:06.12] Comafied your feeling, of absolute tense\n[02:08.72] You soar off to another world, deep in your mind\n[02:11.34] But people seem to take that, as being unkind\n[02:13.69] \"Oh yo he's acting stank,\" really on a regal?\n[02:16.33] A man of the fame not a man of the people\n[02:18.80] Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much\n[02:21.52] Riding on the train with no dough, sucks\n[02:24.03] Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's\n[02:26.48] If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying, \"Mic please\"\n[02:28.98] Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug\n[02:31.25] If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged\n[02:33.89] Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out\n[02:36.14] Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out\n[02:38.78] Schemin' on the cookies with the crazy boomin' back buns\n[02:41.46] Pushin' on the real hardest so we can have the big fun\n[02:44.05] When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status\n[02:46.43] Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest\n[02:48.85] It was one MC after one MC\n[02:51.24] What the world could they be wanting see from little old me\n[02:53.80] Do I have the formula to save the world?\n[02:55.86] 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to like go all out\n[00:52.56] Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out\n[00:54.25] Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation\n[00:56.89] Minds get flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch tape\n[01:01.12] The Abstract poet incognito, runs the cape\n[01:03.86] Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my\n[01:06.57] Point across, so bust, the floss\n[01:09.05] As I go in between, the grit and the dirt\n[01:12.46] Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm\n[01:14.41] As I crack the, monotone children of the jazz so, get your own\n[01:18.97] Smokin' R&B cause they try to do me\n[01:21.43] Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap for it's Abstract, original\n[01:26.30] You can't get your own and that's, pitiful\n[01:28.97] I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug\n[01:31.55] On R&B, but I can't and that's bugged\n[01:33.82] Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out x 8\n[01:38.50] Yo when you bug out, you usually have a 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action\n  start_ms: 98500\n  end_ms: 101150\n- text: Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction\n  start_ms: 101150\n  end_ms: 103710\n- text: People be houndin', always surroundin'\n  start_ms: 103710\n  end_ms: 106170\n- text: Pulsin', just like a migraine poundin'\n  start_ms: 106170\n  end_ms: 108710\n- text: You don't really fret, you stay in your sense\n  start_ms: 108710\n  end_ms: 111060\n- text: Comafied your feeling, of absolute tense\n  start_ms: 111060\n  end_ms: 113780\n- text: You soar off to another world, deep in your mind\n  start_ms: 113780\n  end_ms: 116390\n- text: But people seem to take that, as being unkind\n  start_ms: 116390\n  end_ms: 118870\n- text: '\"Oh yo he''s acting stank,\" really on a regal?'\n  start_ms: 118870\n  end_ms: 121200\n- text: A man of the fame not a man of the people\n  start_ms: 121200\n  end_ms: 123830\n- text: Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much\n  start_ms: 123830\n  end_ms: 125710\n- text: Riding on the train 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start_ms: 151420\n  end_ms: 153530\n- text: It was one MC after one MC\n  start_ms: 153530\n  end_ms: 156280\n- text: What the world could they be wanting see from little old me\n  start_ms: 156280\n  end_ms: 158740\n- text: Do I have the formula to save the world?\n  start_ms: 158740\n  end_ms: 161200\n- text: Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls\n  start_ms: 161200\n  end_ms: 163720\n- text: I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid\n  start_ms: 163720\n  end_ms: 166130\n- text: Dissed by all my brothers, I was all up what my man did\n  start_ms: 166130\n  end_ms: 168680\n- text: Supposed to be my man but now I wonder 'cause you're feeble\n  start_ms: 168680\n  end_ms: 171270\n- text: I go out with the strongest and I separate the evils\n  start_ms: 171270\n  end_ms: 173750\n- text: It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out\n  start_ms: 173750\n  end_ms: 175890\n- text: All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out\n  start_ms: 175890\n  end_ms: 178830\n- text: Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out x8\n  start_ms: 178830\n  end_ms: 202190\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 202190\nplain: |-\n  Yo, microphone check one two what is this\n  The five foot assassin' with the ruff neck business\n  I float like gravity, never had a cavity\n  Got more rhymes than the ones that got family\n  No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame\n  No shame in my game 'cause I'll always be the same\n  Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have\n  You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half\n  I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path\n  Messin' round with this you catch the sizin' of 'em\n  I never half step 'cause I'm not a half stepper\n  Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper\n  Refuse to compete with BS competition\n  Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Suckle With the Mission\n  I never walk the streets, think it's all about me\n  Even though deep in my heart, it really could be\n  I just try my best to like go all out\n  Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out\n  Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation\n\n  Minds get flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch tape\n  The Abstract poet incognito, runs the cape\n  Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my\n  Point across, so bust, the floss\n  As I go in between, the grit and the dirt\n  Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm\n  As I crack the, monotone children of the jazz so, get your own\n  Smokin' R&B cause they try to do me\n  Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap for it's Abstract, original\n  You can't get your own and that's, pitiful\n  I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug\n  On R&B, but I can't and that's bugged\n  Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out x 8\n  Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action\n  Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction\n  People be houndin', always surroundin'\n  Pulsin', just like a migraine poundin'\n\n  You don't really fret, you stay in your sense\n\n  Comafied your feeling, of absolute tense\n\n  You soar off to another world, deep in your mind\n  But people seem to take that, as being unkind\n  \"Oh yo he's acting stank,\" really on a regal?\n  A man of the fame not a man of the people\n  Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much\n  Riding on the train with no dough, sucks\n  Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's\n  If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying, \"Mic please\"\n  Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug\n  If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged\n  Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out\n  Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out\n  Schemin' on the cookies with the crazy boomin' back buns\n  Pushin' on the real hardest so we can have the big fun\n\n  When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status\n  Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest\n  It was one MC after one MC\n\n  What the world could they be wanting see from little old me\n  Do I have the formula to save the world?\n  Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls\n  I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid\n  Dissed by all my brothers, I was all up what my man did\n  Supposed to be my man but now I wonder 'cause you're feeble\n  I go out with the strongest and I separate the evils\n  It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out\n  All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out\n  Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out x8\n"}]