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Portrait of a Master Piece

Yea, c'mon

C'mon, yea, c'mon

Let's take a trip but not of the physical

Sense of direction on a kid who's artistical

Through a gallery of thoughts, of course it's dope

Pay it tough like the name on my rope

Watch it be weary instead of steppin wit the boys

A musical massacre of inadequate noise

By the new authority 'cause of majority

Of peers who hear will award superiority

To those who know you knew now it's inedable

I laid the track and it's simple unforgettable

Time had hold me better than gold, I sold

And in front of a group of soul is a new episode

So like see if you can grab a pawn yet another one

Take it to the everyday like it's done the son

Words connected up to another degree

And if an artist who planned it there, potrait of a masterpiece

It's unquestionable

The lyrice used, the D.O.C.'s a professional

Nothing exquisite to prohibit you from listening up

Crisp and clean that I'm only seven up

I preside ill dippy dope to frantic to panic

And just a man on a mission wit something more in the attic

I'm just an ordinary, faring very few

Do it to the mic, is the D.O. to the C., you

Made the choice that doesn't need to pretend

I'm on the extend, I know about the ?(elevator end)?

But anytime between I'm spinning

Play strong, write it like it never ending

Keep creating while suckers are hating me now

Keep the upper hand 'cause the respond is gonna plow

No one can handle the physical torture

I've been taking and no matter what, I'll support'cha

Goals and dreams although is seems it won't come true

All of that is up to you, yo

But if you can't handle

You need a check, 'cause rap's like a gamble

Basically outspoken, keeping them choking on

But you recall, yo, a helluva rap song

Doing it forever together wit Dre, it will never cease

Plenty of records like Potrait of a masterpiece

Not an exceptionalist

Set of teh norm, walking and holding my testicles

?(swoon for a six)?, spell out what it means to be dope

The D.O. to the C., they can't cope

Deal the real, yo, it's better 'cause I had to be

Better than any 'cause of majority

Negative never, I'm all about a positive force if you recall

It's the D.O.C. on the ball

Rap much greater, Dre upon the fader

Pump the bass and the pace

Most like by the D.O.C and this is it

'Cause when it's hype, then I feel that it's shit

Word, never would I stop, I drop the beat I will

Especialy when I have to kill

I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6' 3

And I really don't think you wanna deal wit me

Potrait of a,

Hold on Dre stop the beat, let me catch my breath

(Dr. Dre) (ayo man, why ya stopping that was funky)

To catch my breath

(Dre) alright you got it (yea) kick it

(The D.O.C)

Strong blowing kisses to the wind

The D.O.C. in fact to attack the wicky wack

And take the rightful place at a rightful time

The D.O. to the C. and it's mine

Move, 'cause no one's gonna take the site

Doing the groove, why, 'cause it's the diggy diggy D.O.C.

(Dr. Dre)

Yea that's cool, let's go to the next record

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