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If someone you knows is in the room is talking to the wall all day, Don't be afraid it probably means they went out and bought my tapeCuz all it takes is these friendly top doorbells And I could rhyme the language that translates crop circlesControversial cuz I contest commercial rappersThat gets on bottles while they're rollin in their convertablesDon't take it personal, I was born to burn you all But worse it's beserk I'm forced to state what a (???)I'm a crime-watcher, that's right I watch crimes and laughAnd take my half of the profits, after watching for cop carsI can't co-operate, only operate, chase (???) and take whats in their bankPeople people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2)I'm down for the causelike suicide bombers, I made a life promiseWooshing underground through the city night commerceSide only spreads through these southernly threadsI got a beautiful mind, it's just stuck in an ugly headStunnin, my skill with someone run-of-the-millWe comin, real, we're from Adelaide (run-of-the-mill...)This underground (???) by any means, we aiin't gettin creamedWitnessing a burn you've never (???)The larger they are, the harder they fallLetras de cancionesSo I drink till they can hardly recall having a body at allI've had enough of, I aiin't actin tough, I'm actin upBut when you put MC's under pressure, I aiin't into all that faggot stuffThis rhyme'll hit so bad, imma go mad And Think of MC's 4th an atom up into my vocab(?)Your wife's a bitch and Death's a slutCuz Death comes for everyone, and when it's your turn, you're fuckedPeople people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2) I think I'm (???), let's have a round of applauseI'm down for the cause, I'm movin mountains, bouncin off walls I'm countin scores this is Confused councelors talkin shit, forced to spitFrom now until I'm on stage, with walking sticksTo picture the potrait of an anney(?) corporate kidsGet rappers gettin court orders against (???)I'm mad for life, In the club, hand me the micI keep my verses, and get myself banned for lifeIf these, hecklers dissin, and I'm standing on stage, I'm gonna call you out and show the true meaning of crowd participation Rollin down a (???), slap the shit out of a groupie I distracts store managers, while I'm stealin nicca(?) and movies Forever broke, no job, no where left to goJerry Springer comes on, and I've already seen the episodeThis is when you know you're really unemployed, brain's destroyedSippin a Centrelink and you see all your fuckin boysPeople people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2) MC's claim they're movin you (are they serious?)That's not the fact though, The fact is, you couldn't sell a burger to Fat JoeThink you're all that, you'll be fallin back (Jaqulines here) They call her Jaq, I call her fat So I packed, shirts, (?), slacks, photoStep on this mic, and when your lifes flashing back This song's more fatal than second-hand medicine I even bought Federine beatbox(?)connect to Thomas Edison, through lettering, and underground peddling I get these kids, open life, lungs of vitaline(?)Presenting them like(???) I'm down from the cause, protecting (???)Like cats on Viagra, I can serve you all nightCall me the customer, because I'm always rightAnd I'm always mad tired, like rich people with fundsAnd this song's more deadly then sharing needles with bums!People people, when they see me get busy cuz I'm very very dope and I'm freakin the funky line (x2) From Letras Mania