| 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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| Its 'n bits 'n fragments so midget quit this diss ya ass
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| Sit ya ass down while I rip the tracks and 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 breathing, 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 crying act
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| Up pencil pad, my utinsil grab thine attention
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| Get hit so bad with two jitsu stabs I abid you
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| And 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.
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| paragraph president
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| And it’s official you can hear the cheer coming up paragraph president
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| I want to thank you all for having my (?) perform
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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 to read his latest poem for us 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 rome with me turn your motor on Overall this war just just got it goin on Overgrown child never growin old so when knows pokin notes
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| Till 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
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| slow your row, show my soul, total hold
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| Domination don’t ya know
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| Under comet like Muhammad with the verbal robodome
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| It’s the.
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| 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 (?)
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| paragraph president
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| and so mister president we urge you to do something about the deplorable
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| state of our nation
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| I pledge allegiance to the pen and the pad
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| And the mic and (?) of America
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| And to the republic, kiss my ass
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| Thugs fakin, actin hard to get this killer beef that was given to me
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| I must bust for all
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| Leave your city burnin like Gamera
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| Stamina, blaze up your space, plus I got it on camera
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| And I’m a animal animator landin a Blow cleaning clocks nothing left for the janitor
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| Punching through your granite a good will ambassador
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| From another planet I could kill and smash ya up And it won’t stop and I can’t stop (?)
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| Can erupt and it does had enough amateur?
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| A rammin ya feel the goats horns slammin ya Ham it up every single time that I stand in a Crowd of emcees backin up when I’m actin up On a frenzy after ya yellin, that’s enough!
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| And it tempts me, that it does, and I’m glad it does
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| When I flip see spatula style’s stackin up Many big threes rappers on never catchin up Passin up, ride passenger, is it black enough?
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| Spectacular! |
| Now you know who’s attackin ya Crackin up mashin ya top mind capturer
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| I’m the.
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| paragraph president |