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Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up
Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'Heavy' like that 'Blue Funk'
Niggaroe, Westcoast kid, with the new sound

Never fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now?
Battle? I don't think so, look, I got your noose tugged
Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up
Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks
And niggas who stink
Then go hang out like a link
I'm the brink of the blow up
Sink and watch me go up
Another level, let the bass boom
As the treble tunes up
My too rough style
I'm too tough
I'm gifted, ovin the crowd
I make em get up, then I get down
It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid
I know shit stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it
Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a Grammy
It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

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