Tonart: B major
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Sam, Salovem, I go off
Verse 1
this hot sauce
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It's the return of the boss
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Mic clappin', sucker
MC's wanna make it happen
All these wack -ass rappers
ass backwards like pig
Latin
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No biscuit, still murder shit
Sixteen times, three bars of slickness
It wouldn't be
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J .Ru if I ain't say some clever shit
So yo, I keep it bouncin'
like a ball of stars
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Tits, I should warn you, right out the gate
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I put it down like a 500 -pound primate
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Straight fire, I make flows evaporate
And I burn it so hard the mic
is screamin' out
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spray super gutter call it dirty bomb my body
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mics like the conga soldiers in vietnam
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it's like that and you don't stop my mind spray automatic
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like robocop
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At it again ain't nobody safe I
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empty a clip of rhymes in the
MC face
J .Ru
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Skil technician I hit you with
some shit that leave your whole
body twitching
Sticks, stones and words can't harm me
I fold competition up like they origami
You think you
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Macken but I'm on some next
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shit I got chicks in
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Japan cooking me rice for
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Breakfast is like this and like that
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I rip spines out backs like
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Mortal
Kombat
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Fuckin with me you ass out like a baboon cuz
I shoot the gif like a rusty harpoon
Hit you with some chakra,
I'm a master like
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Galactus, use a worker like the surfer.
Keep it organic.
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The flow is natural
I rest in
Brooklyn and my name is
J.
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Rue
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Freaky, freaky, freaky,
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You couldn't pump to the
pop in that, yeah, you gotta
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Freaky, freaky, freaky, flow
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You couldn't pump to the doubles of any pop in that,
yeah, you gotta
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Freaky, freaky, freaky, flow
It's the return of the doses,
come with me, motherfucker
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V -5 -4 -form, it's like
Tabasco when I flow,
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but y 'all already know
mixin' deadly chemical liquids
Then I spit it at em
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C's that I have on my hit list
Shoot rhymes till the hammer start clickin' and
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I'm steadily beatin' up chickens like
Peter
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Griffin
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On your belly or back, the rhyme's strapped,
get outta line, get chapped in the grill like
Borat
MCs
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Be bumpin' they gums like females, put the press on,
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they wouldn't pop off if they was
Lee
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Nails
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Blow it up or construct with my tool,
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I keep my shit kickin' like a barking bull
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People game, if you think it's a joke,
I'm like
Superman combined with the
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Hulk
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I'm as real as it get s,
most of your faggots is faker than
Miss
New
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York's nude tits
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I was born and raised in
Brooklyn,
New
York.
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