| It’s about damn time
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| I know you been waitin'
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| Truly, I need no introduction
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| No need for discussion
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| Just one take
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| Bustin' on percussion
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| Most is every other four word it cusses
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| But the essence of hip-hop
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| I’m close to his cousin
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| Cousin, music my presence is tip top shape from my new CD to them old karaoke
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| tapes
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| It’s all influenced
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| Can’t none do it like I do it
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| It seems difficult, but it really ain’t nothing to it
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| New kid on the block, with the name gon' leave a stain
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| Ain’t new to hip-hop this the takin' over this game
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| I be here for while, probably serve 'em all, serve they kids
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| Y’all know who it is, y’all done heard me spit
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| I get deep, I get pissed in the wordplay shit
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| You bitches get boxed like a birthday gift
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| I got a gift in my presence that widen your eyes
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| Make a wish, 'bout to get blown, now this ain’t no surprise
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| Make this look easy, breezy, and beautiful this Covergirl will take you to
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| another world
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| Continue writing, juggernaut production, I got an intro and I don’t need no
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| introduction
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| I just, keep riding on the beats of percussion
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| You cats ain’t sick, you MC’s are disgusting
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| Don’t forget what we’s discussing
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| I got an intro but I don’t need no introduction
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| I got a way with words as sick as the syllables
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| Proclaim the untouchable the unfuckwittable
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| You needs to listen, your condition could be critical
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| Steppin' against me compared you cats are pitiful
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| I pity the fool comin' for my crown
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| Whatcha' chances that there’s gon' be something I find out
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| Before you talkin' but you ain’t nothing so quiet down
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| Make like smokers tryna quit just say fuck it and pipe down
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| I got enemies over envy, either that cause I’m so nice that people thinkin' I’m
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| friendly
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| But y’all hating cause I got skills so ya' must love me
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| I’m the big dog so hush puppy
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| I’m comin' for ya dimes and I ain’t talkin' 'bout dames
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| I’m talkin' about change
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| It’s essential, watch what you say cause you in range and I ain’t talkin' rovers
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| One slip of the slang and it’s over
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| It’s that simple
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| Imma make this look easy, breezy, and beautiful this Covergirl will take you to
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| another world
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| Continue writing, juggernaut production, I got an intro and I don’t need no
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| introduction
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| I just, keep riding on the beats of percussion
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| You cats ain’t sick, you MC’s are disgusting
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| Don’t forget what we’s discussing
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| I got an intro man and I don’t need no introduction
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| For years I’ve been restless
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| Waitin' for opportunity seeing all of this talentless success shit
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| Knowin' I was destinied
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| Knowin' who the best is
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| Knowin' I was willing to show it on anyone crazy enough to test this
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| Never throw wrist, just seen it as investment
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| See if I could just be heard you’d be interested
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| Didn’t wanna abuse I’d rather use the skill I’m blessed with
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| Aim at any doubtin' rap career that had a death wish
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| Had to elevate on every line, had you wondering where your breath is
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| Still uniskating crowd just wanting to hang like a necklace
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| His story got you guessin' whether the rest is history |