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A Doggz Day Afternoon

Yeah, straight up 9 5

Kurupt the motherfuckin' Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz

Creepin' and crawlin' through your hood, smokin'

Loccin, provokin' punk motherfuckers like this stuff

What's happenin'?

In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases

Mentalist telepathy, lyrically it amazes

Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine

An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons

In my zone you can't even find like Atlantis

Stalk like a prayin' mantis, leavin' battered bodies on the canvas

The burial ground for clowns open casket

Trackin' niggas down like fuckin' basset hounds

Tragic how the mic gets handled, prodigious like a vandal

On a midnight scandal the scramble like Randall

Abusive when I recite on the stage

Double access with a brand new motherfuckin' mic

Now can I grab the microphone and spit some shit

That's known to blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems

Clones get crushed like stones I forbid

For rusty motherfuckers to be actin' like they all in

With the click got checks that shit and once again it's on

And it's on with the gangsta shit, I create the beats

That beats the fucks right outta ya speakers amps are blown

Shown for me to grab the microphone alone

Like Jodeci, notice see ya self needs help

The homie style got the strap on deck

Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you

Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes

Now the paper is made, now don't think twice

Niggas is gettin' pimped because their game ain't tight

Now well well, now welcome where the ballers dwell

Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell

I makes that fast cash, Dat Nigga Daz

I'm quicker ta out slick ya, blast in half

DPG eliminates the whole area beyond the thought

Bismemberin', motherfuck surrenderin' who, what, when

Let's tear shit the fuck up, the homies coolin'

While you an' ya chest get fuckin' blue an'

Provoke us, survey with the superior focus

I'm that nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis

S' impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive

It's left to ya instinct of survival

Mashin', cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind

They define it I

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