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Extra Prolific was an American alternative hip hop duo formally signed to Jive Records. The duo composed of rapper Duane "Snupe" Lee and producer/DJ Michael "Mike G" Gray and was a subgroup of the rap collective Hieroglyphics. more »

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1994

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Extra pro: 
Yeah 
I can feel this 
Been holdin' mics longer than don cornelius 
Will this  ever end 
Not 'till I seal this 
Challenging your style reveal this 
To you wack niggaz 
Phuck the trigga (get on the ground) 
And try to peel this 
'cause I'ma heal this  meaning your wounds and scars 
Froze your flows  compose you down from g to are 
Then expose you to the star 
That I caught you in 
And plus this motherphucka' brought a friend 
So you're not scary, very silly really 
Nothin' puffin' out ya chest 
I doubt ya fresh 
And billy's bluffin' 
And so it's cool for you to do 
Your clout was less soon as you did that 
Ya shit's wack 
Forget rap 
There's extra robes in your choir stand while you admirin' 
The niggaz in higher places who are firin' 
You weak shit so knock on 
Opio they want to be dropped on (come on give it to 'em) 
Opio: 
Yeah 
Hieroglyphics rock on 
Outlastin' the niggaz graspin' on to the past 
When they was everlastin' 
Let the times pass 'em 
Now they gaspin' for breath 
With nothin' left 
They used to be def 
I guess they blacked out 
They need to back out 
Wack wasn't our shit from jump 
I never did give a damn about a punk mc 
My sworn enemy 
I live to see 'em all fall off 
Just memories 
'cause we the uncontested 
Hieroglyphics unimpressed wit' (what) 
The shabby competition, they gets left quick 
Plus these r&b niggaz on they dick 
They betta' stick to singin' 
Stop clingin' 
To the real shit, listen 
Get a clear understandin', this is competition 
Demandin' 
You can't get a hand in 
I stay on top, I'm never landin' 
Leavin' mc's scramblin' 
I keep 'em grounded 
They can't compound slick lyrics together 
Never had it in 'em, better 
Leave that shit alone 
Simp to the women for a minute 
That's how ya livin' 
Give it up man, ya lost it 
Ya look exhausted 
Ya betta' off wit' the 
Heartbreaks, singin' backup 
'cause ya slackin' tremendously, ya never win 
Ya mic gets smacked up 
Disagree (huh), ya disallusioned 
'cause ya losin', jerk 
Take some time out 
Stutterin', can't even get ya phuckin' rhyme out 
Who da champ?, who da joke?, let's find out 
Straight out the o' and niggaz love me fo' it 
The mack poet 
Down wit' extra pro, it don't stop y'all 
And niggaz can't catch up 
Unmatched, diggin' niggaz on the mic 
I'm such a pimp 
And don't attempt, ya can't touch me 
Shut that shit up, ya weak (yeah) 
I make the freaks get up 
[chrous:] 
"(it don't stop)don't stop(don't quit)don't quit x4 
(we gotta' come wit' the funky shit)" 
Extra pro: 
Now hieroglyphics ain't no motherphuckin' joke 
So soak, in the liquids and bottles of dopeness 
I won't be so subtle to rope this 
Around ya neck 
We got respect 
Hocus pocus 
Try ta focus 
Ya see into me and 
Ya read into the beats 
Sweet 
Is my style, I'm disturbed 
I got a list and mile 
Of mc's that don't pile the right vowels 
I'll, listen and laugh (ha, ha, ha...) 
While you don't have what we have, I'm dismissin' yo' staff 
And if you ain't followin' then you missin' the wrath 
Have you forgotten, I'm fed up 
Shut up, when I'm speakin' 
While you're seekin' 
A style we rock on the weekend 
Now you're peekin' 
At me and my man while we're freakin', reekin' 
The smell of funks 
Punks, get the leakin' (ha) 
From the dillz (but they still ain't fresh) 
Time ta chill. . .

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