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    [ keith murray ]
    Yo, hey yo, I step out the shell like a black pearl
    But come to destroy you of all worlds
    I eat you inside out like stress
    The best, I never lose a rhyme contest
    While troublesome black rolls flows
    Bleed internal external like a bloody nose
    Props grow like crops
    Desert boot clarks wit no socks
    Parking space killer stay out my lot
    You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name
    I take it out your ass and charge it to the game
    I battle with words, go to war with ideas
    You defeat me never in a million years
    The factor of the rapture
    Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured
    They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought
    But then you got caught up in my final thought
    Nigga

    Miss thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled)

    [ redman ]
    Yo, yo, yo, yo
    I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse
    You the tightest motha fucka let me find out
    When I pull mines out
    I could gaffle mr. keebler for all his chips ahoy out the chalk town house
    Give you static like your mixer got the ground out
    Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch
    Im down south wit outkast wit pounds out
    Wicked enough to throw the gun in james bond mouth
    You know e and keith when we brawl
    I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall
    And overall, on y'all a protocal
    My style is kabal, finish him
    For the benjamins
    Fools call me the grinch
    Cause I punch you in your face christmas on two fifth
    While the cops watch the jamaican hide pot
    When I stomp I leave the shoe size of sasquatch

    Miss thing there is no guest list tonight

    [ erick sermon ]
    Yo, yo
    Its e the assassin antonio banderas
    Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas
    So face it, some of y'all should go back to basics
    Before the prom, before sissy spacik
    Reevaluate what's right for you
    From the start or was it something you wanted to do fucker
    I dig a hole so deep you can't return
    And hear about the episode on howard stern
    Im born wit heart I blast ya
    Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master
    Playing me one time that's unforgivin
    I got a body one count and we ain't bullshittin
    We be thick in the mix, milk wit quik
    In the business I work every circuit
    Im bigger, better, and deafer
    So however, wherever, whenever, heffer

    Miss thing there is no guest list tonight ( 4x )

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