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One time for your motherfucking mind, Yeah. This is Erotic in the house with my nigga Jamal, My nigga Khalif, And Passion in motherfucking house. The unfuckwitable individuals, That's us. Yeah. Right. With this Laid back shit we about to rip. And, uh, by way, got my dawg George Clinton In the house with us. Give it up. Right. And, uh, it's gonna be about that time when A nigga can lay it down Like he oughta, you know? And, As long as you realize that it can't be Fucked with, You can get with this. Right. You can't fuck I make your eardrums bleed like A nine millimeter. Niggas stepping up like they wanna see me. I be the P to the A-double-S, crook or Die. You and your crew contemplating suicide. Your troops call a truce when I let the Flavor loose like a deuce-deuce. Now who wants the proof? Def Squad's over here, step to the rear. I got the shit you don't wanna hear, the Shit you fear. The money talks and the bullshit Walks. Recognize the realest streets of New York. Marley G got my back like a trigger to A Mac-10, and I'm rolling in a jet black Beamer. No foes, everybody knows the code of the Streets. Niggas don't sleep 'cause niggas got to Eat. Follow my styles like rituals. I be the unfuckwitable lyrical individual. It really, really Is unfuckwitable. You can't get next to this shit. Oh, can't get next to this shit 'cause it's unfuckwitable. Yeah. Now as I think for a sec, Wait a goddamn minute. These niggas all up in it like they want It and they with it. Full of envy and Testing me lyrically. I don't follow no beats, I let the beats Follow me. Lyrical metaphors are meant there for Your brain. Coming down like rain, I bring the Pressure and the pain and falling on your back Like bird shit. You fellas in the pits of Passion and Poison strike the membrane. Saying my name in vain causes pain. Back to reality, your fairy tale is over. Niggas be wishing upon stars and four-leaf clovers, But I be wishing upon styles and microphones. God bless the child who writes her own noun. Styles are invisible, critical. Passion is lyrically unfuckwitable. That's what this is. This is some unfuckwitable Shit. Matter of fact... See, I be standing at the middle of circumstances That cause niggas to get they ass split 'til They shit in they drawers. Here to drop the funk, hydraulic pump, Acupuncture. Passion and Jamal here to taunt you. Flow for flow, back to back, we kill tracks. Niggas don't understand how we do it like that. Representation, no perpetration. All we see is trick-ass niggas in the nation To play a Haitian. But I just play it Cool instead of playing the fool, 'cause MCs get Stuck like glue with the tool. For the potential, Jamal's the unfuckwitable lyrical Individual. Ah. It's Unfuckwitable. Most incredible. You ain't seen no shit like this. This is some next shit, and you can get It next to nothing. Never get next to this shit, next to this Shit. It's unfuckwitable, quite Incredible. Oh, it's unfuckwitable. Yeah, check this shit out. Well, all right. Shit. Play the golfer, no, you're too off on Your like wee tee golf. Of course, coming in under par with the stroke Of a voice. Got follow through. Yo, driving you crazy. Crazy with the words he utter. From the tee, he's using wood for a putter. Yes, that's what he said, and no, he didn't Stutter. Reaching your hole in one stroke. Reaching your hole in one stroke. He said, uh, he's not a golfer, but he A off on you like wee tee golf. Of course, coming in under par with the stroke Of his voice. Yeah. He got follow through, and he's driving you crazy. Crazy with the words he utter. From the tee to the green, he using the Wood for a putter. Yes, that's what he said, and no, he didn't Stutter. He's reaching your hole in one stroke 'cause he's unfuckwitable. Most incredible. Oh, shit. This some next shit, and you can get it Next