"So fuck the commercial tracks you be doin'
A brother got to eat, why don't you rap for food then"

The music makes me high
Even though I stay away from cannabis, like Wyclef (Deacon and Kno, fry sets)
Similar to Christ (we got divine reps so tell me)
If you know your gonna die (why step?)
Show no mercy (when bruising crews)
You hit with more bricks than New Jerus'
(Riddles confusing fools) Like Confucian rules
'Cause most cats are more square the Rubik's cubes
We spit raps that are totally murderous
(The rhymes are like an anaconda serpent clutch)
So check out how these herbs get touched
(Unless your broads giving us brains)
Nigga you ain't servin' us
(Deacon and Kno) Cunning linguists with stunning English
(Our true lies bring more pumps) Than Harry Rehnquist
(Every week) With the best speech
Roll with cats that smoke more trees than the flash and burn techniques
(Sex, beats, between bed sheets)
Red fleets, Pulp Fiction style (leaving your car with red seats)
We make like fly swatters and smash pests
(Put peeps under more pressure than a Kelly Price bed set)
Leavin' bodies looking like samples for the Rorschach Test
(Ink blots) So fuck around and get your team rocked
Jugs in the back with the bean cocked
Gots to have everything between L.A. and Queens locked

Uh huh, word, uh huh word, yo yo, check it out
Cunninlynguists, know what I'm saying?
Y'all know how we do
I mean, you probably don't know how we do
But you're about to find out
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