Incredible

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B-Real - Rap

Incredible

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[Intro] I saw him getting tired of his killing They must stop [Verse: B-Real] I [wrote choice?] in L.A. once and New York City Light a bong in D.C., a phat spliff in Philly You're hallucinating, ready and open for ill shit So with that let me take you on a real field trip So when I swing on the mic, like a sword I spit So many cutthroat notes on some Kill Bill shit The last one who tried had no support Like the Chunky try to cop a hit but comin' up short Me, I'm coming ap boy, a lackadaisical Bow down while you hear the tracks on radio Chow down on the food for thought And I really don't give a fuck if you're ready or not You gonna do me and I might just do you Wit' slick talk, gunshots and lots of boom boom Joke a grand, nigga, I ain't fuckin' wit' froo-froo And you dead weight bitches, I ain't fuckin' wit' you too Words are like lead bursting out of the barrel And harm comes to those who put their lives in peril The hands off quicker than the eye can follow So if you blink the results will make your head piece hollow I'm the scourge of the West with the SIG on my hip You ask any enemy they'll say that niggas equipped Clear the town, homie, I'm the real [Bendejo?] I'll be chilling at your wake in the black tuxedo [Hook] O-o, once again O-o-o, once again O-o-o-o-o-once again Once again, back it's the incredible O-o, once again O-o-o, once again O-o-o-o-o-once again Once again, back it's the incredible Once-ce-ce-ce again Ba-ba Back back back Back-back-back-back it's the incredible

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  • B-Real