I grew up around block parties ready to rock
Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock

The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop
A bad weather blow the feathers
Off a hundred flocks
With 70% goose  30 ducked  get stuck
And each link in your chain is trucked
No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers
Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper
I live around DJ's  b-boys  MC's
Through rap never thinkin' Airways are TVs

It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout
Rec Room 2 dollars
With the flyer as we would doubt
Now his wigs pushed back
Name scratched off the plaque
Too wild to re-enact

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MC's have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can
And will be used against y'all muh'f**kers
And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see
Me need ya  That'll be the day  ya busta
It gets no rougher when
Me and my comrades rush ya
Like red heat with hammers and sickles
I milk like ya baby mama's nipples  got issues
It's just us  so what's what if any can touch us
Then lord strike me down where I stand at now
Wit this bottle of Remy
Gettin' f**ked up child  listen
The most notable MC
Ya source for hip hop quotable MC
Of course it's Tical
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The Princess  the Pope  incest  dope
Choke you by the throat  the chrome handle smoke
The man not for joke  we all out for broke
Plus the herbal that I tote  the murder that I wrote
You can't do me none  my Uzi weighs a ton
I'm comin' from the slum  Wu is number one
I stumbled on the drum  the Gods are troublesome
Rumble when we come
Boy you better Run  Run
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Aiyo  it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips
Flashin' mega bricks  outfits

Rock ridiculous whips  bitch
Wavy hair  men of the year  bent in the stairs
Sick winter gear  been on position is where
Call him an Asiatic God-body  Longevity

Slang rap  you get your whip wrapped
Swing through the hood calmly
Yo what up  Staten Island  Bush  George
Dust shut shit off  whips spin off
Get off  slips  which  wiz
Mind di-tects mines  lines lick sick nines
Pick wines  lift up  bill a nigga six flies
Dip wide  dress my shit up
F**k six times  wish mine
Rub lamps  take thousand dollar crystalines
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