KURIOUS: Woddy. Woody. uh huh! Ya don't stop!
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 CASUAL: What's the real  what's the real on the skills?
 KURIOUS: What's the real  what's the real  what's the real?

 CASUAL:

 As long as I remember
 I been rockin' shit since then
 when. you wasn't in
 I can get a trend  broken
 cause too many people pay atten tion
 not extracting the proper com pre hen sion
 when one of those flows who chose to kick
 I stomp
 the new school ruler
 is cooler than Bartles & James
 I make you think
 I make you blink
 cause you wouldn't dare stare
 when you pretend
 to contend
 with the, men
 I put out my music to make fools get petrified
 here's somethin' I bet ya tried
 anylizing me
 taking notes of every little movement and action
 well, you're wiser, G
 cause other rappas aint doin' that
 so that makes you fresher than the rest of the weak, ones.

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 KURIOUS:

 Kurious
 Ginseng
 Wheat Germ
 break the butra beth
 then I jet like Eastern
 jaws in description
 conniption ya suffer
 uh, never was a booty buffer
 hit it from the back, though
 specially when the face look wack
 you don't believe me
 the man with the yellow hat'll tell ya
 first I'll smell ya
 if the whiff is fishy
 reply is kinda iffy
 if, ands, or buts
 I'm sure to tear the guts
 I'm trippin' on a Tab
 so I'm clumsy like a clutz
 struts is smooth
 sorta like a pimp
 ya call me King Jorge
 cause I'm swift with the ink
 which is drippin', off
 the point of a felt
 tip pen, I'm flippin' and I might leave a speed, not
 I need not
 the words of a sucka
 I play the rice & beans & I'm out muthaffff...

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 CASUAL:

 Oh yeah!
 here I go again to win
 I got the ill phat shit
 so watch me kill that shit
 I kick styles, to tease
 MCs you know me
 I'll whip that ass so bad
 you'll change your rhyme name to To-by
 gimme ya new shit to jock
 cause Casual had past you all
 and I don't stop
 cause I'm the phattest at this
 to every bitch you clown
 here's a big fat, dissss...

 KURIOUS: So baby, baby, baby! (Ow, wow, ow), I wanna, get me off, ya

 got to blow me, got to blow me
 dumb motherphukk
 ya don't know me from shit
 so get familiar
 illa, I be the monkey, constipated
 gorilla, what's the real? unga-bunga!
 I've brung the rhymes
 sip wines on the Tundra
 thunder because the lines equipped
 no time to slip, cause I'm grippin'
 the concrete street
 and black & red Scottie Pippens
 whth the funk in ya back trunk
 let the spot get loose
 Kurious, Hieroglyphics
 we hangin' like a noose...

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