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Paragraph paralyzer, rhythmic aristocrat |
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Mister Rap, it's the gift of gab about to twist your caps |
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Swift the fist so fast, fury worry, hit the switch ya ass |
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It's an' bits an' fragments, so midget, quit this diss ya ass |
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Sit ya ass down, while I rip the tracks an' spit the facts |
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Hit the grass, green, brown or purple, I'm the diplomat |
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Rip your raps, really, you don't get the math |
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Just to have grief, only rhymer, I was meant to rap into that |
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Fire breathin', rhyme heathen, kidnap your mental black |
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Hijack your fly dap or con head your intellect |
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Mind state, arrow blast, center crack, mind gaps |
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Blind from their eyes back, send ya back cryin' act up |
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Pencil pad, my utensil, grab thine attention |
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Get hit so bad with Jiu Jitsu stabs, I abid you |
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An' if you rap, I'ma send you back rappin' in a tavern |
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If you mad, kid, it's just too bad |
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Tell 'em it's the Paragraph President |
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An' it's official, you can hear the cheer coming up |
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Paragraph President |
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I want to thank you all for attending my inaugural ball |
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Paragraph President |
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As a special treat this evening |
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I have asked America's foremost young poet |
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To read his latest poem for us |
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Hit you with the funk, it's like, "Who cut the provolone?" |
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Government officials put taps on my mobile phones |
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Nations overthrown, hold my own on my zone |
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Prone to leave your dome blown, poem after poem, homes |
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Jones for the tones, roam with me, turn your motor on |
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Overall this war just just got it goin' on |
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Overgrown child, never growin' old, so when knows pokin' notes |
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'Til the never nose ho' overdose |
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On my flows those flows goes deep |
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Hold your nose, bros knows foes, yo, don't sleep, slow your role |
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Show my soul, total hold, domination, don't ya know? |
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Under comet like Muhammad with the verbal robodome |
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It's the Paragraph President |
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He's been sweeping the nation with a hard hitting campaign |
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Paragraph President |
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As a politician, he regards himself as a national harmonizer |
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Paragraph President |
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And so Mister President we urge you to do something |
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About the deplorable state of our nation |
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I pledge allegiance to the pen an' the pad |
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An' the mic an' [Incomprehensible] of America |
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An' to the Republic, kiss my ass |
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An' thugs fakin', actin' hard to get this killer beef given to me |
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I busted for all |
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Leave your city burnin' like Gomorrah |
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Stamina, blaze up your space, plus I got it on camera |
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An' I'm a animal animator, landin' a |
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Blow, cleanin' clocks, nothin' left for the janitor |
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Punchin' through your granite, a goodwill ambassador |
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From another planet, I could kill an' smash ya up |
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An' it won't stop an' I can't stop, 'Predator' |
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Can erupt an' it does, had enough, amateur? |
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A rammin', ya feel the goat's horns slammin' ya? |
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Ham it up, every single time that I stand in a |
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Crowd of emcees, backin' up, when I'm actin' up |
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On a frenzy, after ya yellin', "That's enough" |
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An' it tempts me, that it does an' I'm glad it does |
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When I flip, see, spatula style's stackin' up |
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Many big threes rappers on, never catchin' up |
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Passin' up, ride passenger, is it black enough? |
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Spectacular, now you know who's attackin' ya |
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Crackin' up, mashin' ya top mind capturer |
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I'm the Paragraph President |
