"Researchers have found that the sense

of balance comes in part from fluid"



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Take a drink a replentish the fluids, make you think

ahhhhhh Got to get your fluids



[Peril-L]

It's the most prominant new, East coast dominant crew

Not the one to play maintain, how you gonna stay same?

When my style's a runaway train, giving heads deviated septums

Toxicating the living dead, inebriated I left you

Stumbling quick, the verbal interceptor crumbling clicks

With the drunken scipts leaving sunken ships humbling tricks, mumbling shit

From 216 to 610, sun vibes got you feeling swell, 

gun live watched the Illadelph

Complex, not inferior, my rhyme wrecks interior parts

Send fear in your hearts, underground I never hear of your charts

Clearing your arteries, the flow master

Like refillable ink, replentishing fluids no blemishes through it

It's syllables sinking your cerebrum, skillful Chink you didn't believe him

What the fuck I'll make you think, take your drink then decieve him

The lyrical shape shifter, spiritual weight lifter

With the great gift of gab, yeah yeah, hah



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[Styles]

Record companies are just like Weight Watchers

They take your loot then make you less, stopping more popular

But sure as cream and Khalua scream through my intravenus fluid

I'm not going to be able to do it

My posse's too X-streme for such schemes

My crushing dreams is just a part of half of rapping is the riches now

Got your neck snapping harder than Barbra Eden granting wishes

Hah! (Yeah, that kid is ill!) That's right

The extra skill I take back will never end

I'll blow away your whole career like Divine and Hugh Grant

Now who's the true champion? Say "Styles" the man beyond you you're right

Best learn my name, I burn the stage and turn a phrase like Vanna White

Command the mic, lots of crabs want to tap my whole division

You're lacking motor ripping, won't survive the cold listen

Have you in a prone position

You lost you rep, your face, on top of that your whole tradition



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[Chops]

Never forgetting where I come from cause I leave a trail of crumbs

Like Hansel and Grettle, I don't play, 

that is unless I have a chance at a metal

You don't say, cats flooding the gas advancing the petal

It's okay, I provide you with a spark and we get it burning

To get you open like a transplant surgeon, 

giving MC's a change of heart

Act like you know, but that ain't quite so

Cause you always turning playing the part, but yo the doctor is in

And so Chops can begin, mostly skin and bones but I be boning skins

Get your ass waxed like Parafin, 

you should have stayed a little embarrassing

Pale in comparison, it's the three Asian-Americans bros with

The focus on killing vice, it's like overdoses, 

so just step like aerobics courses

I'll fold your forces, hold your horses 

cause I put heads to bed like The Godfather

Hip-hop is kinda scary 

cause a lot of cats is talking out their ass like Jim Carrey

And saying nada, but I know "The Time" like Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis

Man you got to get your fluids



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