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This song is by Bionic Jive and appears on the album Armageddon Through Your Speaker (2001).

Are you ready for a brother with a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers tongue serenade with the grace of a razor blade
Over butter in the middle of a heat wave. Peep ways,
Got a baby in every part of the city because I'm street made.
Did you really want to clash with me?
'Cause I'll paint a picture sad to see, like a brother from a rope in an apple tree.
Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?

What you trippin' on?

Some of that shit that be killing off the ozone
Mention my clique now she don't want to put her clothes on.
You better recognize who to idolize over tracks
Or catch a match to the batch of the kerosene for the pay back
Cause the S.W. never play that, I eliminate them till the moon fade black.
Never sentimental on an instrumental when its complemental to the mental
Psycho, alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle from the max. to the minimal...

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Terminal condition when the mic is in position,
To slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up.
Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
Propelling through my nemesis multiple combination in 3D images
Split a wig when a fool trip. Never mind what your sipping on,

What you trippin' on?

Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham
Or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone?
Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking in the bushes when the infrared roam.
Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy
Properly rock the philosophy made for the rap game.
I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game,
Drop flows and got chose for the rap game.
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive
... What what what w what what come on

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Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry.
Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night club
Made him fold up when he loc'd up.
Droppin' heat seekers to his dome
Like a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up.
All adversaries look away when the a to the k-o-m-a-c-k.
Get to rippin through the cable with the wrath
Of a bullet bet your corner catch a ricochet.
Propelling parallel with the light speed laid back,
Like a knock kneed eye to eye with the enemy,
While the telepathy proceed to achieve blowing enemies to a realm in a calm breeze
I SHALL... rip it till my lungs cease PROCEED...
Spittin' game in the city streets AND CONTINUE...
Rippin heads off of robeast Sincerely yours black mack with the khakis creased

What you trippin' on?

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