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[continued from "Session 6"]
(You don't know what it was like, blah blah blah blah.)

See you don't know what it's like to be a man in the world
to disturb you, and your happy home 

[Chorus]
All bets are off now, when the fire hits the sea 
I'm gonna lay it on you child, bring it all to me 

I'm
sessions
Now I'm a social pest but not yet willing
To put my laws to rest till I'm done filling these holes

I'll bet I know what you like
At least
on a violet cloud
Jewel trees show where cool breeze blow
You can watch a waterfall flow where the mushroom grow
Everybody irie out on a level higher sit by
White's throat box
I bet you those cops mix
Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
The blows the cars and enemies that want to spar
You want
a sweater 
The rhymes so tough you swear they're made of leather 
Get the best of your bunch, and I bet that we're better 
Tell 'em why, Pepa, tell 'em why
I, not me, YMOB, call jaz, call c,
Bet both of them would agree
Get viewed, get judged, get booed, get loved
Shit get done round here, do you, not
a close friend I forgot
Who started up and ain't remember to stop
I bet these niggaz going remember the shop

[Hook]
People think that I'm crazy, just cause
[Busta Rhymes]
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
It's a sunny day and the sky is bright
Take her to the mist everything is right
No need to make bets cause
matter East to West
Don't get this rap shit twisted, I'ma star that'll meet your threats
And we can bet, cause if I go deep in death
Then it's a rap, face
[Mario] 
Uh huh, yeah yeah, bow wow Mario,
Y'all ready

[Chorus] 
I'll move on 
Here I live by, knowing I don't like what's on the table
profession
A gangsta or villain in mine is in session
The way that I'm referrin to this makes ya move ya butt
But don't stand in a daze, yeah you should know
the palace
Eyes sicker than aids
Game harder than a callous
Tried to enter in her shit
She had locks on the session
Tellin me how her last man
Taught her
think cause it's been so long
If I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins
I'm mixing our studio session down
forgot
Who started up and ain't remember to stop
I bet these niggas going remember the shop

People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone
You
White's throat box
I bet you those cops mix
Double high tower my power grants me the chicks
The blows the cars and enemies that want to spar
You want
you get heard, but I don't hear my vinyl spinning
Yeah we found some distribution, but bet the crying is just beginning
'Cause these bright nights,
[Spoken]
Hell yeah!

[Sung]
Can I walk by without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me what you want from me,
Tell me what you really want from
you choke
I'm bout to give it like some stitches doctors place in sessions
Bring up nothing but some fucking pain on every thang that I'm given
And I
this be a message to the ghetto when will this shit stop
we lost 2 ill niggaz B.I.G and 2pac
this goes to all of us so peep the session from your
a dying sun
Add it to the Saturn moons, Pythagoras find a sum
(Living by the sword, my strict diet is by the gun
Claiming they not pussy but wet
and steady wins the race, fuckface

This is a letter to the editor sent in an envelope
Sealed shut by some candle wax
Shipped by an olden only show pony,
Shorty lookin' tight
I bet you'll look so right with me
There's so much to talk about
So yeah let's talk about it
While we walk around
Now baby come, right
you thought taught rappers to ball?

[ Too $hort ]
10'000 studio sessions
Up all night, gotta count your blessings
You better take lessons
Who you
so let me come in real slow.
Like 1, 2, I bet you thought you knew about the style we present,
So intense cutting through with precision never