KURIOUS: Woddy. Woody. uh huh! Ya don`t stop!
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CASUAL: What`s the real, what`s the real on the skills?
KURIOUS: What`s the real, what`s the real, what`s the real?
CASUAL:
As long as I remember
I been rockin` shit since then
when. you wasn`t in
I can get a trend, broken
cause too many people pay atten-tion
not extracting the proper com-pre-hen-sion
when one of those flows who chose to kick
I stomp
the new school ruler
is cooler than Bartles & James
I make you think
I make you blink
cause you wouldn`t dare stare
when you pretend
to contend
with the, men
I put out my music to make fools get petrified
here`s somethin` I bet ya tried
anylizing me
taking notes of every little movement and action
well, you`re wiser, G
cause other rappas aint doin` that
so that makes you fresher than the rest of the weak, ones.
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KURIOUS:
Kurious
Ginseng
Wheat Germ
break the butra beth
then I jet like Eastern
jaws in description
conniption ya suffer
uh, never was a booty buffer
hit it from the back, though
specially when the face look wack
you don`t believe me
the man with the yellow hat`ll tell ya
first I`ll smell ya
if the whiff is fishy
reply is kinda iffy
if, ands, or buts
I`m sure to tear the guts
I`m trippin` on a Tab
so I`m clumsy like a clutz
struts is smooth
sorta like a pimp
ya call me King Jorge
cause I`m swift with the ink
which is drippin`, off
the point of a felt
tip pen, I`m flippin` and I might leave a speed, not
I need not
the words of a sucka
I play the rice & beans & I`m out muthaffff...
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CASUAL:
Oh yeah!
here I go again to win
I got the ill phat shit
so watch me kill that shit
I kick styles, to tease
MCs you know me
I`ll whip that ass so bad
you`ll change your rhyme name to To-by
gimme ya new shit to jock
cause Casual had past you all
and I don`t stop
cause I`m the phattest at this
to every bitch you clown
here`s a big fat, dissss...
KURIOUS: So baby, baby, baby! (Ow, wow, ow), I wanna, get me off, ya
got to blow me, got to blow me
dumb motherphukk
ya don`t know me from shit
so get familiar
illa, I be the monkey, constipated
gorilla, what`s the real? unga-bunga!
I`ve brung the rhymes
sip wines on the Tundra
thunder because the lines equipped
no time to slip, cause I`m grippin`
the concrete street
and black & red Scottie Pippens
whth the funk in ya back trunk
let the spot get loose
Kurious, Hieroglyphics
we hangin` like a noose...
[Chorus]
