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M.O.P.

"Woof Tickets"

(Canibus)

Rock them the top of the head, millions of people fall victim to bloodshed
I leave more dead, than a nuclear warhead
We'll all be killed, if I turn it up full tilt
God knows I got this rap sh*t, sowed like a quilt
You probably wondering if I'm versatile, no question
My styles adapt like luxury car suspension
Kick the type of sh*t, that will blow a microphone to bits
If it's close enough to kiss, I'll walk away with chap lips
I slap in clips, and get down, to the sounds of rounds
Hitting n*ggas, and n*ggas hitting the ground
Copperfield n*ggas disappear like magic
As soon as I pull the semi-automatic out the jacket
I got you illing, like King-Kong was climbing your building
Movie directors recording me screaming, "Keep filming!"
They love to see me rock mics, 'cause I rock it right
Curious people pause, like cars at stoplights
'Cause it's banging in a way you wouldn't believe
Just to rate my tape, you gotta combine five Source Magazines
That's twenty-five mics total
I got average n*ggas with four mics saying that I'm immortal
Fatal as carbon-monoxide, I gunshot you at your backside
From a bullet traveling Mach Nine //

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