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Heiruspecs - Dollar lyrics
(Muad'Dib)
 10 minutes to 240, anything to fit the format
 Blend chords, ripple effect to get the floor packed
 Kick doors back and flip the doormat
 Split your thorax, Mr. Living Rorschach
 Done with dummy shit, you want a run at this, get it cracking
 Saying your spray is staying tough acting like Tinactin
 Venom leaks from the pen then I sink teeth into it
 Thin fluid get the beat to seep in and bend to it
 Peep the decent, no need to pretend
 Stretch the wings wide, feel the G's, man
 The fall's not fatal, the street at the end
 That's the bucket kicker, did your whiskers leave an imprint?
 Life's a gamble against a dealer that stacks the deck
 Plus the man's sleight of hand, maddeningly adept
 Battling me except this hand is the best yet
 So with that out the way, make your bet
 Spool it out, loom duel of the mouth weaves tight things
 Lines fly too long, cut 'em like kite strings
 Its basic, take steps to break dead spaces or rest in distress with all
 the stone faces
 (Felix)Heiruspecs - Dollar - http://motolyrics.com/heiruspecs/dollar-lyrics.html
 I get a dollar for my thoughts, got a hundred ideas
 and laugh like the Joker while you're reduced to tears
 tears are what you get a little dent in your pride
 I'm a play the back like the rainbow sticker on your ride
 lost my peace of mind when Jam master Jay died
 role model from the get go, inspiring, guide
 first rap tape I ever had was Run DMC
 from there the voice of Hip Hop imbedded in me
 So what's inside of you? A can of worms, burning pockets
 your a cap throw up, I'm heavy metal block hits
 shit hits the fan I brought my umbrella,
 make kids nod their heads when I flip an accapella
 these fellas. well they wrote the book on incompetence
 I act like Erika Badu and work with my common sense
 hence whenever I try, I'm doomed to succeed
 this is rap mother fuckers words are better than deeds
 stick with it that's what I say, this is not a democracy
 you've stumbled into class, its Felix style philosophy
 the shit that I cook up might not be the best
 but you put me on the clock, I'm doper than your favorite Iron Chef
 ask Chen Kinichi, he'll tell you how he feels
 you're far too salty serve hotter for appeal
 your brain bones connected to your ass bone, that's real
 could'a been dope, but you was spoiled, broken seal













