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, warfare, featuring joell ortiz, you're now hearin hip hop at it's finest, i'm just criminal minded, the ed hardy with the fine fit, track just started, no need to rewind it, me, i'm bringin fresh air back, i'm rap's hymelic, got 'em all sick is that vomit?, ew you nasty, man i'll smack your skin if you feel you past it, it's like we lions against lassies, niggaz ain't nice, they lyin, the flow ass cheek, i'm on the beat like contra pow, steamroll over shit, i'm in a tonka now, this ain't about radio, see i'm beyond the dial, but still strong arm a nigga, pete konda style, the inserts of your album put my ganja out, that sweeter than the lip gloss on rihanna's mouth, y'all sleepin, in pajamas on your momma's couch, i'm freakin, in the bahamas throwin condoms out, hold up dog, these felons ain't predicates, hands castle delicate, metal spit, leave 'em on the field like everett, i does my own stunts, like the jackie chan movie, mismatch, belt prada but the pants louie, if you ain't fair to me, then your whole camp sushi, rockin iceberg when niggaz didn't understand snoopy, damn moolies, chain of command's ran through me, you and your man uzi, like brand nubie, can't do me, grant to me, like a man groupie, if that's the number one pick, then he sam bowie, and i hate to blow a homie on your mans, you ain't kid rock, can't box the tommy with your hands, motherfucker, i was really in the lobby with the grands tryna take guap, in the hallway, all day, is or it ain't hot, listen to hot 9, like what do they got, that i don't, with a blindfold i see everyone they say's hot, it's too easy, i'm feelin like i'm a cheater, the flow heavy, your's light like a slice of pita, when moms was pregnant she was lightin reefer, that's why i'm nice, in the middle of alaska i'll write a heater, i'm just cool and rough, hoody matchin my adidas, pants with the permanent wrinkles like i am ian eagle, i will make every last one of you guys believers, dudes is all lost, that's my word, i'm playin timer's keeper, treat me like a big brother, slash fifth tucker, let the cig snuff you, you a kid, fuck ya, cocked ak, mayday, listenin to, can't call me, dick in the mouth, somethin like ray j, they like steve irwin up against the stringray, heat up like ging ray, when somethin with the beans spray, uh, take a sip of e&j, then a little puff or two, get some butt, then kick out the slut, you's a bugaboo, weak dressers, in the ring i'm mr. wonderful, paul orndorff, man y'all all soft and huggable, y'all dealin with a pro here, that don't care, y'all stiff and worn out like a closet with old gear, and i ain't goin nowhere, producers know i'm the best thing over those snares, but you speakers whack, ortiz i overdose like the needle's packed, i be's in a zone, then i give the speakers back, hold up joell, the back, see i'm rap's larry johnson, redid my contract, now the chief is back, so blame it on fatigue, have you like greg oden, injured before your first game in the league, i'm spendin old faces, niggaz took my style, gotta steal my own shit back like o.j. did, might size you and your spouse, have guys go in your house, with ridges on the nose of the rifle like ow!, pow!

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Artist: joe budden