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[Verse 1: Poc Fu] Open ya eyes, surprise! Oh my gosh Who that kickin' that rap, he's super just like cat Although ya knew that The way we think is totally deranged We makin' our shit sound strange, unifying our brains But holy moly, it's the tall guy, so make way as I conquer My styles electrifying, I'll shock you more than Blanka It's factual, supernatural, now bust the actual Picture as I fix ya while you sink into my mixture Yeah, my style is deep so get ya dictionaries I got your name up on the frame from the obituary My stylistic is futuristic but yet simplistic Pack the protein plus more flavor than a mystic Juice produce a Dr. like Seuss Could it be I'm livin triple fat just like the goose On ya mark! Set! Go! Yo let's get physical, it's critical, scientifical My mystical style will sting ya like a poisonous bug As I'm crashing through ya walls like that Kool-Aid jug
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[Verse 2: Chip Fu] Chadibbidy bibbidy yumpa yimminie Yo gimme the mic, yikes I jumps like Jiminy (who?) Cricket, watch me kick it hops and bust shots like Yosemite Remember me mister, I'm using these fists for Fury, so hurry up put up ya dukes, it looks like it's a flurry Kid I should know it Yo it's the poet watch my flow get quicker Every time I rip the mic here I'mma slow it It's the rootinest tootinest, giving you the boot and if ya riff Or you're gonna wanna, I'm a comma shootin' with my ray gun Say some way I come with shit to make ya dizzy When I gets busy kid and once it's said properly I believe no topping me No stopping me, only barricades blocking me 'Cause I'm buckwild, hostile Now watch how I send them niggas running for the Bible scripts Ducking bullets, now ya clutch ya crucifix I learned all my styleses from the kung fu flicks Wanna battle area code 666 'Cause it's the napper rapper Lyrics slap ya, jab ya, clap on, clap off After I freaks the clapper This nigga freaks it, keep it On the hush now, peep it Got 'nough curses in my verses so yo fuck it, bleep it You herbs, you heard the style, yes and the words I choose to use to bruise all crews and kick them to the curb Yo it's a pity, ya itty bitty, we run the city From state to state, from pole to pole The whole kiddie committee
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[Verse 3: Moc Fu] Now vacate the premises, I'm knockin' out teeth So check ya dentistses, my style's horrendous, tremendous Come with more game than Genesis But some say my word play can get real obnoxious The funky way I kick it, I kick it wicked, ya dig it!
[Chip Fu] Yo, yo, yo, we got them swaying Smokin' like a stogie Try to bite our style because we're in like vogue, yes And we're comin' with the sheets Whole leap of techniques The brothers way down yonder from the depth's beneath
[Moc Fu] Yo, yo, his signs are weakening, damn no pulse I think that he's dead, man we're losing him Ahh fuck it, just cover his head
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