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Eight Rappers & The Mason
Jesse Dangerously：
It takes eight rappers and a mason to slap your face in
See, we evaporate after you ate like After Eight mint
It's eight o'clock and me and my jocks
A great place to sleep
I got eight arms to hold you with
Eight days and we can like an Autobot eight ways
I hate to do my chores but when I use an eighth of my strength
I'm breaking 2x4s
Ooh my lord
I started rocking non-stop round eight yers ago when Dr. Octagon dropped
Mr. Bix:
I hit the lucky seven like a lotto
A glutton taking more than seven shots off a bottle
Full throttle with pride we lust for hip-hop
With the rap kids envy we rise to the top
I sloth in the lab with a greed for beats
After I defeats the weak and unleash with speech
We got seven other cats on the track with bomb flow
Packing hits and souvenirs in a box like John Doe
Jay Bizzy:
Can nobody tell me shit 'cept the man in the mirror
I do what the fuck I want like Bam Margera
It's Saturday, I got a six pack of Sleemans
And a six sense we spitting class six this evening
They cordoning off the bench call me the sixth man
Emcee's like six feet deep in the quick sand
2005 was fine but '06 is mine
Ghettosocks:
This OG's up in this joint and I got five on it
I put five deadly venoms in your Five Alive, honest
Sucker take it in minutes, bust 'em and break in to splinters
And you can start counting stars if you rating my fitness
Five finger my discount my style I'll dent your hand
You'll be pent-up reading Penthouse in a pentagram
Ghettosocks, cold rocks, a pear and a half
Five foot thirteen, there's no comparing the math
Cal:
I was force fed the the four elements for forty days and nights
Fortunately, I had the foresighted to bring my fork and knife
Forget your formal training, bring the pain like George Foreman might
For the time being your forecast ain't looking bright
Fighting forest fires for a little extra dough
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Forbes magazine listed the rap CEO
Forge your formulas to form a formatable force
I fornicate with Ford Escorts
And slam the door
Wordburglar:
Yo, what's higher than two?
Three
And who's flier than you?
Lot's of people and one of them just happens to be me, yo
Living tribunal, C3P0
So, open your third eye like triclops
The guy from Heman with three eyes, props
It's something that all the kids'll say
After I rob you
Like Kelly Gruber's triple play
Ginzu 333:
Toss the player two controller
See me hard to (?)
I peep them naked with that girl
I'm scheming sloppy seconds
I talk in (?) double time
And an octagon cut in quads
A double rum and lime
And when I break it down
And even a mouse is infinitesimal
Hopping from one or twos
Changing from binary to decimal
Off the top of my head
Like to pays when the tempest pulls
Seconds at the buffet
Two pennies pay the rent in full
Jorun Bombay:
This is what it all comes down to
Oops, I mean one.
I take the thimbul from under the tailor's thumb
It's not about where you're from, call me Joey Thrice
You're outnumbered 3-to-1
Last up to bat, MVP, never miss
You're back in the dugout with your panties in a twist
Jorun knocks the ball out to statium
To the 7, 65, 43, 21.
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