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Well if Jesus is your Lord then praise your God
If Islam's your thing Allah U Akbar
And if you represent the six pointed star
Then my Heebs back home told me to say Shalom

I put grooves in the mix I make moves like the Knicks
And take ya straight up the lane, I block out the frame
And then I freeze it, believe it, you need it like Heron
Before you get ya fight on, kid, get your stare on
Here come the Dondada making ghettos red hotta
I drop the boom bata like Jake LaMatta
I can single you out and isolate ya like mono
I'm undefeated like Rocky Marciano
Hit ya right below the belt now ya singin' saprano
Talk whatcha talk still you don't know what I know

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Some fiend for ass, some fiend for cash
Some do the knowledge, some do the math
Some stick to the road, some stray from the path
Some do the knowledge, some do the math

Now East coast, West coast, money, what's the beef
It's goin' down rough like swallowin' teeth
I say word to Dim Lizzy, kid, I gets busy
And I'll knock all of y'all off this Wonderwall
'Cause on a daily basis I rock like Oasis
Bit the Beatles style from a fetus to a child
I kill fourteen billion cells puffin' L's
Stompin' devils on all nine levels of Hell
Check the transmission, hear the transition
Observe the technition, intel nightvision
Ya hot like reels, I lace my drug deals
As you scheme to check feels, on chicks in high heels
It's all bright and sunny when ya holdin' big money
Buy my Sonic's got Youth plus my Mud's got Honey
I can be the king of grunge if I blew my sponge away
There's a little black spot on the sun today
But I don't care if my soul's up there
So come on and feel the sting from the true pain king

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