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The Exclusive (Bar Scene) feat. The Professionals
Madlib, Nitt, Frank
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Exclusive
Bringing Black Man's Law
He's black
He's brutal
He's boss
Boss nigga
They call him boss
They call him boss
Boss nigga
I just sworn your new deputy
Made myself the sheriff
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Boss nigga
Who dare to interfere
Have the audacity to interrupt my experiments
You will be punished
Punished
You will be punished
Get 'em
Definitely in the house y'all
Uh
Ox City
Professionals in this motherfucking house
Put it up
All of it
Yo listen
Listen up
We always low coasted
Volume to the maximum
Windows up, hot boxing all passengers
Second hand, grab you by the neck with the stamina
Stiffed for pride, I can't let you slide
We back with 'em
Vengeance of menaces
Mad Lib and Ono the sick siblings
My spit shift and ground shake the businesses
Fist fitness
Specialized in physics and physically remove gimmicks
Lyrically I kill it
With the Hannibal hands the illest
This man of y'all plans with wired colors till it's
Explosion
Heads up like rams collision
Damn, y'all vision is just worth a grand imperial
Scratch the cereal, we coming to get ya man
Don't even ask we slam like Saturdays when the masses ran
Wrestling Bam Bam Bigelow
On fire that nigga with the realest flow
Deuces up
And Mad Lib laying the beat is criminal what
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Listen
Niggas be panicking
I skywalk my days like Anakin
Debating the truth with dark and light again
In spite all the haters that's trying him
It's nothing forget about him
We shake your spots just by riding
On and off stage I rampage
Three beasts in one campaign
As if I only know one way
My soul is opposite of cold
Roll soulรฉ for the shots of the stolรฉ
Lost in the okay
Coron West of Hemis down till I'm D.O.A
I'll OD y'all to the face P.O. because we don't play
By mouth, by order
By coaster your girl is bisexual
Trying to get by me close and all I do is push the glance further
Killing 'em
I guess I got a gang of murders
My slang is service and serving the real and converted samples
Pieces of inverted changing out my past financials
I branch like trees, cut up trees
Live off trees, breathe oxygen, smoke up leaves
Choke up phlegm and spit that green with the hand of tobacco
Out the sleeve, blunts rolled is all I need
With more speeds getting faster than a hundred G-forces
Rip your face off, of course call your reinforcements
This is Strict Nine delivering UPS
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