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i came from south california with a license to kill/
my voice and lyrics are ill/
nobody can match my skill/
i came for a chance to at least get signed/
before i get shot by the cops or try to stay with peace of mind/
im a lyrical god youve already heard it before/
stingin' mothafuckas with cattle prods and callin women whores/
whatever it takes to win in a fight ill do it at least twice/
two knees to the stomach and a knife to the eye/
and get out of it withouta bruise/
over 100 fights i never lose/
when i write my rhymes and go to the studio theyre nice and long/
then come back later screamin in the background like Lil Jon/
n iggas claim they spit fire whell i spit bombs/
while wearin a blue bandanna on while rappin this song/
while crip walkin in the studio i nearly tripped/
fucked up and started rappin slower then Lil' Flip/
shiti got the illest flow in my town/
and be crackin my homies up like i was a fuckin clown/
you cant step to me ever nobodys better/
fuckin a bitch named candy and a slut named heather /
at the same time while still managing to write rhymes/
while motherfuckas around me drop dimes/
***** im from the hood ask around round here/
smokin weed while drinkin 40's but i prefer to call it beer/
j-o-e the lyrical champ noone can step to me/
in the yard are in the street im a fuckin G/
ill lyricist
my voice and lyrics are ill/
nobody can match my skill/
i came for a chance to at least get signed/
before i get shot by the cops or try to stay with peace of mind/
im a lyrical god youve already heard it before/
stingin' mothafuckas with cattle prods and callin women whores/
whatever it takes to win in a fight ill do it at least twice/
two knees to the stomach and a knife to the eye/
and get out of it withouta bruise/
over 100 fights i never lose/
when i write my rhymes and go to the studio theyre nice and long/
then come back later screamin in the background like Lil Jon/
n iggas claim they spit fire whell i spit bombs/
while wearin a blue bandanna on while rappin this song/
while crip walkin in the studio i nearly tripped/
fucked up and started rappin slower then Lil' Flip/
shiti got the illest flow in my town/
and be crackin my homies up like i was a fuckin clown/
you cant step to me ever nobodys better/
fuckin a bitch named candy and a slut named heather /
at the same time while still managing to write rhymes/
while motherfuckas around me drop dimes/
***** im from the hood ask around round here/
smokin weed while drinkin 40's but i prefer to call it beer/
j-o-e the lyrical champ noone can step to me/
in the yard are in the street im a fuckin G/
ill lyricist
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