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heater little joint, probably Moschino\nYo, Bobby Robby, whattup, Max tried to follow me\nSadaam loungin', clean up collect, like the laundry\nIt's time yo swerve like the Nike line\n\nWindbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her\nStatuary yo floatin' that snatch-uary\nAiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch\n\nYo, this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion\nMen of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ancients\nMy words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements\nAre launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement\n\nI suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs\nParasites, double edge dice your larynx\nMy hip-hop, swarmin' team locked inside the detox\nUnder key flock, it's like B-block and E-glocks\n\nYou're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail\nI strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale\nOf my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes\nKnock 'em off like the big eights for takin' up space\n\nNever did fear 'em, stick 'em with the truth 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