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With me, life is like a game of checkers.
I'll jump, strip, nuke you and be pinned king forever!
It's a mind invasion, baby
I'm deconstructing rabies so I can find a cure for ...uhhh PAY ME!!!
Debugged video brain. I'll put you to shame
when you can't find the controls to this game!
It's something like, uhhhh...
L1, R2, square triangle X and what the hell, the Q.
I'm not oozing style, I'm styling ooze
And why you in them boots if can't handle these shoes?
You fools, don't underestimate the breakah one nine man I fondle every dime like she's a fine china.
Don't you suckas know you have to get past the paint to get to the primer?
Don't pantomime a warning sign
Sucka needs to figure out on her own through skin and the bone that I'm a force to reckon with.
Cause when the records spin
I'm spittin all the earth fire water and wind down your pipe.
I earning all my stripes stripping down the master's room with fighting in my flight.

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These Motherfuckers sayin that they flippin the script
But how many times can you flip this shit?
We lost sight of the original plan
Sit ya ass back and read the script, my man. (x2)

My tales are more epic than Stephen King's The Stand
And you've got more chinks in your armor than the rides at Disneyland
So this fight's gonna last as long as Soulja Boy's career
Because I hear Death's bettin and he ain't voting for the queer
Like every other 80's rap superstar with a big fuckin house and five bangin cars.
A hummer, viper, hummer, hummer, Ferrari,
Back when all the rich kids rocked an Atari and played Pong until their stigmatisms blossomed
Like an Alabama family when Daddy kills a possum
It's possible to rock the shocker to the teenie boppers
But you can't be a white trash dumbass like Kevin Federline
I'm an exception to the rule of Adrenaline,
because when I wake up early in the morning, there's no settling.
I wake up from my bed and kick the shit outta caffine
Because you don't need no supplements when you work for the dream team.

CHORUS

Amazed, I'm sitting in a Hazy daze and fixed in a Mazy gaze for getting no praise!
You whippersnappers don't know talent when you see it
I'm more Stern than Howard and I'm sleeker than the KITT
spittin images over Bosco's Beats
Two Phat white kids bringin' the heat.
I'm hailing from a city that happens to always sleep
But that doesn't keep me from creative insomnia
If you were ever on the street and saw me ya
Never would ever you think that I could spit like this
Whether or not you be tokin, When I'm done with my verse,
I ain't jokin, your rewind button be broken!
Don't let your guard down and don't have fun
I'm already to take down your Empire with a single verse like this one!
So when you Kiss the gun,
Just make sure it doesn't shoot your mouth off like you do daily.
You look hard, but couldn't get past the Bailey
I'm catapultin your ass to the fast track
See if you can walk the walk in LA Traffic, Wee!
Hit the deck, cuz I'm spraying out my rapping spree
It's all free so get to strapping your vest to keep your heart from poppin outta your chest, you don't mess with the best.
I'm brute force like Duke Nukem
Nah Ma, it's just a couple of cooks, don't shoot 'em
Not my fault they can't rap, they call it that but it's really just yelling like a wookie!
I'm side steppin' these rookies like a rook
I'm out-hustlin bookies by the book
Got more looks than a shooken crook,
All dug up from his nook and cranny,
Stole the purse from nanny granny
With more point than Payton Manning
You call yourselves dogs, well then I'm Michael Vick
I'm getting sick of the lack of tricks of the trade I call my home,
But you be happy with a bone but me I'm after bigger things
R. Kelly ain't got shit on my wings!
Geez, Louis! Is what squeezes out of the lungs of fellow emcees
While they gaze at the amazing Hurricane Jon Wayne
And while most are on their knees, I stand.
I'm a one man jam with more kick than a marching band
I get mine polished more than the entire brass section
And just in time for Sunday mass confession.

CHORUS

Behind the Boards we got 8 bits from Bosco
Opened early on Stones Throw like Rosco
I'm deadly on the mic like Malcom X
Jon Wayne...this ain't the last you heard from me, Cowboy...