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Check it outttt!
It don't stop, one-two
Perfect it all
It's Dogg and Daz, Kurupt Tha Kingpin, Dogg Pound swarm!

Ay, man, yo, yo, check, ay, check this sh*ts out

Look around me — all that's found is the astounded
2 seconds before the whole scenery's surrounded
Vocabulary avenges, vibes that paralyze
As the temperature rise, stare deep in my eye
'95! Darken the abyss wit' thoughts
Control your whole body, and sew mind to heart
Fatal, I got the microphone for ransom
Held hostage, wit' the intent to cancel
Maestro! Mеt the fatal flow wit' a psycho
Semitic, automatic, packin' like nitro
Explodе and reload
After I unload and expose what I compose, compositions unfold
Beware me, don't stand near me, hear me crystal clearly
Murderology torture theory
Verses like curses spread and abduct
Who'z dat in da back in all-black wit' Kurupt?
Dat'z my homie Chopper — the double-barrel pump pumper
Wit' his cuzzin Oliver — the .44 caliber dumper
They always out wit' da crew — Kurupt, D-A-Z, and Boot
Snoop, and the rest of Tha Pound in L.A. zoo
We mash through, a** flashbacks are crashed
Through the eye of a needle, thoughts lethal attach to
The murder methods, down to move whole keys
The invader and a**a**inator of MC's
Mental illness, the verbal strength of an ox
The whole spot gets shook when the heat get hot
I'm out for it, if the shoe fit, I wore it
In my fortress wit' heat, deep in the forest
Fo' sho' it's raw, fo' sho' it's ruff
Wit' some Henn' in my cup
Dat N***a Daz and Kurupt don't give a F**K!
On the left (Started!), on the right (Started!)
On the left, I suggest.. (Muthaf**kaz gotta get it started!)
On the left (Started!), on the right (Started!)
On the left, I suggest.. (Muthaf**kaz gotta get it started!)
On the left (C'mon!), on the right (Get started!)

Territorial game — whatcha name? Where ya at?
I'm comin' thru wit' a MAC, I'm out to get my paper back
You can't harm me, even if ya live eternal
Get incinerated from this verbal inferno
From what's created, get physically castrated
I'm so glad I made it in a world where I'm hated
Big time gamer got the game orchestrated
Correctly mashin' in Jags and Bentleys
Imitated, 'cause you's an imitator, punk!
F**k wit' Kurupt and get slumped 'cause I dump
Wit' no questions, and no hesitation, I'm bustin'
End of discussion, as my adrenaline's rushin'
Irrational, the Mr. Castro of the capital
It's factual and actual fact, I use tactical skill
To get me in the position to kill
Get popped like pills, f**k around wit' da reals
Now, all my n***as...
On the left (Started!), on the right (Started!)
On the left, I suggest.. (I said.. get sh*t started!)
On the left (Started!), on the right (Started!)
On the left, I suggest.. (Yeah! Muthaf**ka, I said get sh*t started!)
On the left (Started!), on the right (Started!)

I expose 575 flows in an inkling of a second
Inspect and diss a**emblies in less than two verses
I'm able to disengage mics
And chew MC's up like Mike & Ikes when I recite
Daylights eclipse, I sink MC's like ships
Wit' my nocturnal vibes and editorial clips
There's no comparison
I embarra** men and cause microphone hara**ment
Here's where the fan terror's been
Hittin', I'm rippin' the cypher of these look-alike MC's
Claimin' they rock mics, I ignite the stage
So I'm enabled to have more to perform
When I explode on the mic like C-4
I eliminate fraud microphonists
These eliminate the mountain of opponents
Step on the microphone, I shown it!
Over and over, no-win situations
End-to-end of gladiation now ya facin'
Faced wit' mental full of phrases, hysteria
Engaged the death toll that spread like malaria
What I concoct will stop thoughts from circulatin' through ya head
In the form of writer's block, and spread like a plague
I break, bat and bruise neck, arms and legs
In my profession, my thoughts are concealed weapons
Gettin' ready to drop the bomb like the B-1
Your 145 pound rhymes, and mines are 3 ton
Concoctions, Mr. Spock of data
Before you get a dosage of the greatest rhyme creator
In this existence, relax and explore the scene
I get sh*t pumped the f**k up like morphine
All my b*t*hez...
On the left (Started!), on the right (Started!)
On the left, I suggest.. (C'mon! B*t*h! Get started!)
On the left (Started!), on the right (Started!)
On the left, I suggest.. (Kurupt and Daz said get sh*t started!)
On the left (Started!), on the right (Yeah!)
On the left, I suggest.. (C'mon! Get sh*t started!)
On the left (Get started!), on the right (Get started!)
On the left, I suggest.. (I suggest you get sh*t started!)
On the left (Yeah!), on the right (Say what?)

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