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Hardcore, wow M.O.P. style When you going for the crown N***a calm down He haunts hip hop Hip hop haunts him back When he runs out of rounds He roundhouses his scraps Mr. Capable tie you to the table Interrogate you with jumper cables Don't know what to ask you Don't know what to say to you Pray for you, the isolator is inescapable Anonymously pay for you Custom made for you Mad man label you When your behaviors unfavorable 'Til it breaks you Musical misnomer, microphone ogre Symbiote host and clone donor For the next four months, I smoke blunt White paper old school, son Just roll up some so I can zone to the drum Canibus ain't no man no list, Shotokan flips Dogan kicks, one arm gunslingers don't miss Won't f**k with you, don't diss Still won't f**k with you pimp But beyond that, I'm lovable kid My Sagittarius soul is on humanitarian parole If you object then throw the first stone How conscious could you be If you can do this to me I give you music, you don't listen to it even for free Spit to the beat, 'til the equipment overheats Shut it down, go to sleep I might have to tow it up the street Steady as she goes, beside her autopilot driver He's above the throb, don't ride her Special counsel for hire, son of Gaya No messiah ever have no verses required or desired Or inspired, never been fired, you a liar I drop you down into five tires on fire Hardcore, wow M.O.P. loud Firing squad style, you seen it all now Hardcore, wow M.O.P. loud Firing squad style, you seen it all now
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