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Déjà Vu

Déjà vu ( DAY-zhah-VOO, -⁠VEW, French: [deʒa vy] ; "already seen") is a French loanword for the phenomenon of feeling as though one has lived through the present situation before. It is an illusion of memory whereby—despite a strong sense of recollection—the time, place, and context of the "previous" experience are uncertain or impossible. Approximately two-thirds of surveyed populations report experiencing déjà vu at least one time in their lives. The phenomenon manifests occasionally as a symptom of seizure auras, and some researchers have associated chronic/frequent "pathological" déjà vu with neurological or psychiatric illness. Experiencing déjà vu has been correlated with higher socioeconomic status, better educational attainment, and lower ages. People… more »

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1999

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"Yo  this shit right here  is some shit  some serious shit" 

Yo  the fact that I'm down wit Def Squad's hard to determine 
Till you see me hoppin out the Coupe wit E Sermon 
Or hoppin out the Keith Murray Suburban 
Or hoppin out the Lex Land wit Redman  wildin and cursin 
My thought process is mysterious like the Lochness 
My furious mindset is complex 
Killin shit like a carnivorous millitant prehistoric monster 
Comin to stomp all over you hip-hop conference 
Landed in an Unidentified Flying Object 
Turn you into an unidentified frying carcus 
The smell of raw flesh make you nauseous 
Acidest arsonist, burnin your bones to carbon and phosphorus 
My metaphors sting like after haircuts when 
The alcohol is applied to the raw skin 
So whoever want to battle get blasted 
Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like Pampers 
You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist 
I stuck my dick in everything from asshole to the nasal passage 
Dug her out all day, then changed my sperm DNA 
Now she got nobody to blame 
I been spittin raw, what the f*ck you think I'm livin for 
Throw me in jail, I'll do a prison tour 
For wannabe hard niggaz, insecure niggaz 
Wit they heads to big for they neck to support niggaz 
Three in the Squad plus me equal four members 
An extra addition for any special force mission 
Man listen 

Ain't these niggaz on some shit 
Keith Murray, Canibus ain't no stoppin it uhh 

Let me draw a brief description of what happened 
I was rappin, niggaz got the scrappin, guns got the clappin 
Three-fifty-seven degrees I was separated 
Have bullets deflected metal, bodies decapitated 
GUSH!! a nigga got struck as I look 
I caught the next guy runnin by wit the metal hook (BOO-AHH!!) 
Blew his back open, blood gushed on my face 
A bitch fainted 'cause she seen I enjoyed the taste 
The case is that I split your melon 
And feed it to the jigga-boos wit fried chicken wings 
I'm wildin for Long Island, I turned and took Charles Ferguson 
And open fire on any trains now 
You may never know who's in your shadow 
You punk ass niggaz just best stay shallow 
And hollow, if you want to live to see tomorrow 
'cause ain't no sun comin out tomorrow 
Yo, I might do something y'all niggaz might regret like 
Blast you in your face and disregard your vest 
I'm pissin and dissin off of recognition and niggaz to listen 
Just to let you pussies know how I'm livin 
'cause I Return like the Jedi, wit my dead eye 
Leave niggaz to die, peace to niggaz up in Bed-Stuy 
Oh-ah, this that type of shit that make them niggaz want to wet it 
Word up, got me ready to set it 
 
Seems I steps wit aggression 
To any bitch who think they nice in this profession 
What? what you think your wrecking? 
I break your stlye down to little fragments 
The pain is permanent, so spare yourself the embarrassment 
Buck-fifty 'cross the face 
Followed by knife wounds to the chest for you attempt to retaliate 
I noticed all you bitches flows is based around clothes 
But Deja Vu got something for you stankin hoes 
Studio gangsta bitches I diminish ideas of bringin beef 
Before the thought even finishes 
I want to see red, blood from a chicken head 
'For I wild the F*CK OUT like the Grateful Dead HA 
This wild style must run in my genes 
Because my sister's in the county 
And my brother just came home from Green 
I strike like the black widow, through the underground radio 
Kitto and still stack dirty ditto

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