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PRODIGY
You got to get up If you wanna get I hate people that ain't movin' their shoes and I hate everybody that I see not feelin' my groove I like rhymes that be quick as we be takin' the bar but I hate everybody that don't like electric guitars and I hate people who think they can dose up their medicine fuckin' with venom... and I twista... show them the force I'd like to see somebody talkin shit get turned up a corpse only model with the ones that got the wickedest drawers... kick it with ya'll but I hate phony ass people and I hate having no dro and I hate bitchy-ass clubs that don't be havin no bitches that break it down to the floor and I hate when I can't help somebody and I hate when I ain't got dough and I hate everyone feelin twista and prodigy rockin' music party music control You've got to get up If you wanna get off Keep your eyes open... so I can stop you from blinkin Make you feel... try to see what you're thinkin Through the hole in your dome while I'm holding my own Get so cold in the zone I'm destroying my clone I can fill the fuckin' room up with torture and pain.. lyrical... is coursing my veins It's the trilogy of terror... from my era ... agility that I scare ya because I hate ya'll
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