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    Verse One:
    You wanna front, what?
    Jump up and get bucked
    If you're feeling lucky duck
    Then press your luck
    I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe
    Your nine spray, my mind spray
    Malignant mist steadily pumps the funk
    The results you're a gang stuffed in a car trunk
    You couldn't come to the jungles of the East poppin that game
    You won't survive get live catchin wreck is our thing
    I don't gang bang or shoot out bang bang
    The relentless lyrics the only dope I slang
    I'm a true master you can check my credentials
    'cause I choose to use my infinite potentials
    Got a freaky, freaky, freaky-freaky flow
    Control the mic like fidel castro locked cuba
    So deep that you can scuba dive/my jive
    Origin is unknown like the Jubas
    I've accumulated honies all across the map
    'cause I'd rather bust a nut then bust a cap in
    Ya back in fact my rap snaps ya sacroilliac
    I'm the mack so i don't need to tote a Mac
    My attack is purely mental and it's nature's not hate
    It's meant to wake ya up out of ya brainwashed state
    Stagnate nonsense but if you persist
    You'll get ya snotbox bust you press up on this
    I flip hoes dip none of the real niggas slip
    You don't know enough math to count the mics that I ripped
    Keep the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel as his verbal weapons spit
    Verse Two:
    Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget
    Every time i pick up the microphone i drug it
    Unplug it on chumps with the gangsta babble
    Leave your nines at home and bring your skills to the battle
    You're rattlin' on and on and ain't sayin nothing
    That's why you got snuffed when you bump heads with Dirty Rotten
    Have you forgotten, i'll tap you [jaw]
    I also kick like kung fu flicks by run run shaw
    Made frauds bleed every time I g'd
    'cause i've perfected my drunken style like sam seed
    Pseudo psychos i play like Michael
    Jackson when i'm bustin ass and breakin backs
    Inhale the putrified aroma
    Breathe too deep and you'll wind up coma-
    Tose the king i'm hard like a fifth of vodka
    And bring your clique 'cause i'm a hard rock knocka
    I gotcha, out on a limb i'm about to push you off the brink
    Let you draw your craw but you burnin' shot breaks
    When the East is in the house you should come equipped
    Verse Three:
    Fly like a jet sting like a hornet
    Knuckleheads get live and set it off if you want it
    Dirty rotten scoundrels is crushin fools no joke
    With styles more fatal than second hand smoke
    Don't provoke the wrath of this rhyme inventor
    'cause I blow up spots like the world trade center
    Come with the super trooper on his assault mission
    The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
    Wishin he'll go away won't help the weapons stop
    The skills are shot 'cause any idiot can let off a glock
    Hard rock smellin the clutch of this untoucha
    You claim you got beef on the streets so whatcha
    Gonna do when real niggaz roll up on you
    And you don't got your crew
    Pull your glock but you don't got the heart
    You was webbed straight from the start
    Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
    Got lost in Brooklyn so you had to lose it
    Just for frontin you got that ass waxed

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