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A letter to you suckers, each and every one of you duck mothafuckers, |
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Your girl puckers her lips so i stuck her. |
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You're gellin' me, yo, so what the hell you tellin' me? |
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Now i'm-a show you fuckin' with me is a felony. |
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I'm crushin. tell you suckers to start hushin'. |
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Shush, no discussion, cuz i'm-a start rushin'. |
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The payback, and i attack the pack that's wack. |
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The black mack: brown like a cracker jack. |
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Slick and quick. i got pick a bic to stick, |
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To kick some shit, chicks i dick with. |
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The one. give up the fun with the gun, my son. |
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I don't run, i kick mothafuckers done. |
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It don't matter, i make niggas scatter, |
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Teeth start to chatter, your head i'm-a splatter. |
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Arraigned. breakin' to maintain and watchin' my name bring you pain. |
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I'm standin' on your blood stain. |
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Hard to hold. i'm bold, i roll real cold. |
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Too much soul, dick made of gold. |
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I rolled niggas to hell; you tried to swell but fell. |
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Now get well or die like a dry cell. |
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A rap villain. chillin' and i don't give a fuck about a killin' |
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Cuz i'm still in effect when you're illin'. |
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A terrorist. i terrorize like an assassin. |
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Yes, i'm trespassin', your ass i'm harassin', huh. |
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Talk is cheap. i'm keepin' ya six feet deep, so don't sleep |
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When i creep, you'll leap like athletes. |
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Slammin'. examine what i'm jammin'. |
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Hey, i don't play -- i burn like a gamma ray. |
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Labeled prey, played to pave the way. mothafuckers are scared straight... |
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[interlude for shout outs, leading to a freestyle-like verse] |
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Check this out... |
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The creature feature, searcher, preacher, teacher, |
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Taught to rough the cap to rap to ya and reach ya. |
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Musical master, mind reacts as a brain that has the |
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Knowledge is answered. |
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You're just a kit kat, on some tic-tacs, but i'm a big mac, cuz i'm g rap. |
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Fully equipped with a hip hop lip, my memory bank is like a microchip. |
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My bass will give a shake, or if not quake, |
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It'll make you, sucker mc, wanna jump in the lake. |
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Cuz i'm murder, homi-cide, color. |
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Must kill and destroy with excitement and drama. |
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Weakest, i'll seek her, you become weaker. |
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My art is the smoke, my materials and media. |
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So rap alert for ya, devastate the area. |
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I'll give a grain of your...lyrical mania. |
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Power source, and a g enforced, your headboards, and they could be rap wars. |
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So come one or two, 'cept for a few. |
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Doubles and couples -- and i'll grip 'em like tools. |
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Cuz boy, you can't handles this, none or any, one or many, some or plenty. |
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Cuz i'm not the stranger, just the rhyme arranger. |
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Highly explosive, keep out, danger. |
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Packin' gs while you try to beat me, |
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But for these mcs who go on and wannabe gs. |
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What i write is in a smoking section; here's an injection of rap perfection. |
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So what the heck, you select my dialect. |
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Next man's cassette, yo, reject and eject. |
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Cuz i could use a technique, smart as an antique. |
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Beats that i repeat show you that i can speak |
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Totally, probably, you rappers wanna copy me. |
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It takes strategy just like monopoly. |
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Figure it out: |
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Kool g rap is about makin' armies and crews look like girl scouts. |
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Cuz when i start rappin', i keep the people clappin'. |
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Suckers taht be yappin' won't think that this'll happen... |
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(yo mcs, all wannabe kanes and chuck ds, skeeze, fs, gs, |
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Rock shantes, ks, l-m-n-o-ps hit the backs of my reeds, facsimilies. |
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Freeze...catch the wave, later; rappers got the alphabet |
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But i'm an alpha beta kappa...rappers, they form my alumni |
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Step to this if you're prejudiced... peace!) |
