| You wanna roll with the alphanumerical
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| Lyrical, serial syllable killa wit the realness
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| Feel this, mix tape shots, I peal this
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| Ayatollah, strike like Casanova
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| Give me a beat, and my styles, I run it over
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| Corner ya brain, like a game of chess, nah
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| How a million MC’s gon' be the best
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| You couldn’t go against the squad, if your rhymes was hard
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| What made you think that you can challenge the stars?
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| Don’t go against the grain, insane, ready to aim
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| No stoppin a, rockin a, hip hop philosopher
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| MC’s and DJ’s, your urban opera
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| I said it, intelligently, ain’t nuthin next to me
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| Certainly, you couldn’t even deal wit my weaponry
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| I interject like the Internet, wet ya sets
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| Ya ain’t even heard nuttin yet |