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[Verse1]
Ecstasy's the recipe to cook up, what I tell'em?
Take out your pad and pen, I'm hope'n that you catch the lesson
and with the notes, I hope that you vote I'm dope beyond a question.
Sayin' that I'm crack is preachin' to the chior, eff the reverend
but open up you mind and in time you'll catch the sermon.
I'm back to business, listen, snitch niggas is gettin' nervous.
What is you purpose? My product is the hottest.
Y'all are novice, servin' gabage, y'all are smaller makin' smaller profits.
I be's a profit, you Lucifers spit lucid nonsense,
and I ain't with it, if it's making non-cents.
Word to 'Ye (yeah) he say "they love that crack music."
Well, I spit contraband, contribute to this distribution.
[Hook x2]
My nigga say he want the dope shit (hey)
He want the dope shit, give him a dose of E
My shorty say she want some dope shit (hey)
she want some dope shit, give her a dose of me.
[Verse2]
You high yet? This flyness got'em intoxicated
Niggas wonder why they girls is open like they dialatin'
and with this verse I give birth to what you call a classic.
This dopeness is potent, aromas through the plastic.
We see through paper- haters.
They see our faces in the papers
and they weepin' and readin' cause paper's generatin'.
I move a generation, I spit my contraband,
constantly movin'. You dudes is movin' like lava lamps,
You move in slower motion. Poems is known to numb the pain
but we ain't feelin' what you spit. I give'em Novocain
and see I know the game, schooled by the best teachers.
I'm in the game passin' the rock you geeks is speakin' from bleachers.
Sorry to be facetious, insane like institutions.
I spit my contraband contribute to this distribution.
[Hook x2]
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