I cant conceal it, i can feel it with my sixth sense. Me? I've been sick since cd's cost sixpence/
Stay doing well over 60 on 66, 30 pairs of shoes in the trunk equals 60 kicks/
I quickly mix, my letters and numbers to catch mc's in slumber, only 6 degrees exist to separate me from Stevie Wonder/
6 feet under, carried by six to your place of rest, $600 says the yanks win by six, place your bet/
6 blunts laced with wet, blaze the set on some outrageous, six dead rappers reported in the paper on page six/
take this back to basics, I call the shots, call ya bitch, Steve triple six been dope since Paul the sixth/
call it quits, eighty six ya, like last night Boston did the sixers, stickin six sisters that suck d*ck for swishers/
spliff twister, mister nowhere close to six figures, stick out like a sixth finger on a six foot stick figure/
sick as six shizzers, 12 blades, 6 scissors, im sick off the sizzurp i sipped with six strippers/
f*ck snow i sniff blizzards with wizards of six types, spit six bars for the Source and they gave it six mics...
I could really do this all day..
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