"Focus" genre: Hip Hop
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	A smoove, laid-back hip-hop sound with a melodic twist of jazz!!
	Lyrics focus... take a toke and, i get'cha open i'm smokin, and chokin mc's- they neck broken rope-a-dopin it like i'm ali, prais a livin legend yo, why u think they callin this "days of armageddon"- dead end!! i got the factors, i'm still climbin the hill they short-term actors actin backwards, i'm combin my skill wit that boobonicsonichypodermicthermictactic my track hits'll crack it, make ya turn backflips- retractions my actions... will break'em down like a fraction i'm rhymin and desigin for a little satisfaction gimme the money! the paper! dont stiff me out my scrilla cause if i find it out, i'll stomp u like godzilla- guerilla!! they tried to make out into a killa got me pacin up and down the court, smoove like reggie miller i'm ill up on the m-iz-ic to get the dolla bill-a l-iz-itin up the n-iz-ites like the thrilla in manila these illafied lyrics got the spirit of a smoove operator so dont be flexin on me, playa hater i'm spittin and inventin rhymes, call me innovator i use the force like vader to make my lyrics greater- later!! yo, in a minute... and see me all up in it like a playa frontin in his ride his windows be all tinted a rebel flossin, but be aware of all those devils crossin keep yo eyes up on the prize, watch who u double crossin!! FOCUS, TAKE A TOKE AND... I GET'CHA OPEN the music biz is fabricatin styles and sellin illusions to the public i guess they wanna keep us in confusion but its nothin like an mc expressin what he feels: his passions, his angers, hungers, his fears and his love for his homies his family and friends you better kick out 50's and quit handin me 10's- you jammin me!! i need my ends like you, ya desperado build it up and break it down from virgina til tomorrow full of sorrow? so follow me, im down in mexico aint missin nothin anyway except the next weak show i got my pecos, spicy jalepenos and tomatoes aint stressin them or sweatin them, why? because they straight hoes- phony halos!! and frontin like they angels dont wanna hear the truth because they know is painful got my aim, though! and thats to be in hip-hop world reknown so why yall flexin me? yall flip flops tryin to hurl my crown so back up off me! you usin words hard, but'chu a softie and claimin that'chu thuggin, but'chu just straight up buggin bug-a-boo! ya buggin me! ya buggin! buggin who? you'd better do some huggin before you get a slug in you and you'll be finished! does actin hard really make u feel replenished? do you really wanna peel some caps, let murder be your image? i dont think so. so marinate, and let this chours spit at'cha and focus... im out the do'- ghost, dogg! like forrest whittaker!!

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