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 The flow will break you down
 Bet the flow will break you down
 I gets so busy on the mic with my rythmic flows
 That's bound to leave you bangin' when it gets exposed
 'cause the way I could display my style is wicked
 So run up to your counters  and go and get your tickets
 I know you got dreams of roasting me hot
 But I got flavor like that candy in your grocery shop
 The dramatical  craft-matical, soul fanatic
 And nadic, with the crazy flow that's automatic
 Flowin' like them bolts from the sky like Zeus
 An old schooler, who drops mathematics like a ruler
 or protractor, you don't have no nactor
 Hang with me, come with the steez and see I'm no actor
 That shit is real homes, psyches, so bring your own dice
 so we call roll, gonna lose, I'm takin' all your dough
 Punch you in your eye and come raid your town
 With the sound full of spunk as we break it down
 'cause it's...
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 ah, ah, ah, ah-choo!
 What to do? timbuck-one, timbuck-two
 I can't see a t'ing like Mr. Magoo
 The sniveling, huh-huh-ha
 c-c-c-coughing, hah-choo!
 Stuffy, naughty, nappy
 Check-a the box, dreadlox fox
 So na, hic-up, na, hic-up
 What's up? tic-tic-tock, oops!
 Shiver me timber now boots
 Oh my gosh, oh my goose
 Shucks, yo now I huh, huh, hah, got the hic-ups
 And I rips up many tracks
 Jumpin' Johosafat
 Don't make a sound, I see you rabbit
 Tracks, like thunder and lightening
 Watch the frightening, can't you tell?
 I'm loco, ooh, they don't know very well, so
 I lumps 'em, bruise 'em, with black eyes and stitches
 They're mad, can we run
 >From rags unto riches
 Now my scruples, I lose 'em
 Damage, I bruise 'em
 I'm two-faced kid, so call me the ?? from ??
 I got secrets, Bo, I don't know
 Like loco, I'm ???
 I'm changing, visions blurry
 So call me, um, Quasemoto
 And yo, I'll switch up
 hic-up!
 switch up
 hic-up!
 switch up
 hic-up!
 switch-up
 hah
 With or without the hic-ups, these emcess quickly pick up
 Then I freak my Fu-schnick styles to the microphone
 Yo, rip it
 And I freaks it
 hic-up!
 freaks it
 hic-up!
 When I freaks it with my drunken technique
 I'm makin' pimps squeak
 But now it's whacker than the ???
 Way up shits creek
 So don't sleep, when it's time to creep
 We roll my jeep
 And if the shit gets kind of thick, here comes the five sticks freak
 To break you down
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 The funk makes me tipsy, got the whisky
 Yo, can this be the funkdafied horror
 Tommorrow I'll flip tip
 See, er, the blur in my eyes rectifies
 The funk freak me, so peep me, as I speak the grammer
 I rocks my bandanna, shave my head clean
 And on my screens than Vanna White
 How should I roll when I write?
 Then light the spliff, now it's time to recite
 a verse, a hurse you be leavin' in
 Beleive me when I say what I feel, and it's real, not like TV
 And science fiction, my addiction is the funk
 With more fumes than a skunk, 'cause I'm bound to jump
 So check the sound
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