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CHRONIC-L lyrics : "Prove Myself"

Better get the message like a pager words'll stun you like a taser slice up the track with a razor Mary Jane yes, I blaze her but don't try to burn me I'm a major league all-star yea we go hard killing em' with free throw bars i swear they're just giving it to us I feel bad for the !@#( trying to be doing %#@! to us have their families giving em' roses and tulips I guess next time they'll be closing they two lips when it comes to spotting fakers i got no prejudice I'm sure bull is a rat like that #~!!@ named Judas how could I have been so foolish have his body covered with scratches and bruises these (*##$es producing sitting in the background while I'm on the frontlines shooting they words are polluting the industry where real rappers words have been proving the message that just keeps the world moving forward like a conga line i sit down and dine eating on the winners table swear people just backstabbers like kane was to able don't want an excuse spare me the fable (*##$es are predictable they're basic like cable I'm advanced like an alien going down in history call a palien-tologist preserved like a fossil listen and acknowledge it roll game pearl like i polish it spit crazy call a psychologist break down green like a biologist lyrics digging for the truth like an archeologist (*##$ i spit flames I'm an arsonist I am blowing up fast I am bombing quick aim on point take em' down like a marksman dip it's me or him who you gonna pick $#&@ up the beat call a doctor (*##$ listen while I speak I'm your proctor (*##$ you a poodle I'm a monster (*##$ you a !@$)got $$# kevin costner (*##$ track keep spinning on some copter %#@! all blacked out on my mobster %#@! I am blacking out I am positive not done I still have a lot to give my own species like the first hominid you better than me who you trynna kid oh you bet well what you trynna bid prove Myself? I already did so all I'm doing is chilling in the studio kicking fat raps blazing fat sacks dog you a #~!!@ not talking bout no fat cats pull up to the party with two forties in the backpack oh thats your single all i heard was a wack track so bring the track back so ring the track back so bring the $#&@ing track back

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