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"Yeah, check it out, see The only thing you need to do right here is Is nod your fuckin' head Yeah, yeah, break ya fuckin' neck, bitches Yeah, yeah, here we go now Where we goin' now? Where we goin' now? Give"

"My subject matter and context are blessed Vocal inflection connects, it's a slugfest Ladies approach to hear quotes from the spokesman Thoughts are like oceans for my lyrics to float in I'm absolutely"

"My subject matter and context are blessed Vocal inflection connects, it's a slugfest Ladies approach to hear quotes from the spokesman Thoughts are like oceans for my lyrics to float in I'm absolutely"

"cannot hear what you're saying could I tell you so and I can't leave my troubles and I'm going home (lie and) sleep under deep you know while the cold winter waitin' while you (stumble home) all these"

"The aim of the serpent, the serpent's creation reveals itself now trough crystal spheres He's riding the waves as a real conqueror colliding with ships, the ships of the kings He owns... your sword! The"

"(feat. Busta Rhymes and Rampage) Yes y'all, in the parTY I be Busta Rhymes y'all And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH! Feel me out, listen to what I say Listen"

"SOUND (sound) BOMBING (bombing) Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo For all y'all folks who were hopin and wishin and I can assault, tryin'a take my position Stop wishin, and sit yourself back and"

"<(Verse 1 - Obie Trice) Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game, with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road They don't understand what I came for How I came fo', with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go Oh that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that your loco put holes in my photo NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil (Chorus - Busta Rhymes) OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho (Verse 2 - Obie Trice) I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these niggaz nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin I'm in the position to hire other clients then Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins No coke (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Obie Trice) A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasn't in touch When the teacher's ass spoke Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reach you got through my dome Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo) Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga) This is your warnin, run up on the wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm (Blaap) O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em C'mon (Chorus)"

"Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Some dude's got problems wit me Over there - I ain't care Some people see me creep They mack all type - that's alright You know I slurp my"

"''I'm not afraid of atom bombs, said Kruscev And they know it, I'm not afraid of anything Except perhaps a poet A recitation No matter how high or great the throne What sits on it is the same as your"