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K.I.D CYPHER lyrics : "Round 3 ft. J.Rob [PARKING RAMP RAPPING!]"

(Crazed)
~i'm in a blue denim with a venomous tongue, let adrenaline pump, getting excellent love,
trying do new things that's never been done, with a crew of new kings that i rep til i'm gone,

now on some king %#@!, presidential, smash on whatever that's in the menu,
other emcees or instrumentals, never sell out but i'll fill a venue,
K. we kings and killas, get your mic jacked (michael jackson) when i bring the thrilla,

I. 'm in the building, with all 5 senses, i still don't feel ya,
D. is what she's fiending for, put it in her slot like casino hoe,
get her on her knees so, she can go and deep throat,

til it's polished and the royal ^&@#$ is clean tho
yeah, now some may say that's "Ludacris" or arrogant,
but they must just be new to it, see i'm just "Coming to America"ns,

causing traffic jams with my traffic jams,
with a flow you can't afford (a ford) like a maverick man
i rep Minnesota, no plastic n cans,

and my name aint Joe, so no average man,
i'm the illest, illest, dig it?
I'm a business man, %#@! I'm a business,

make records for y'all, not Guinness,
and til the day that I fall, I'm not finished,
i'm still pimping, ask your (*##$es,

i'm the master, got no limits,
and now they heard i'm a beast and i murdered the beat,
so i stay behind bars, no early release


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