| Yo, I hold the stage down like it tried to escape
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| So I had to throw my weight around and bind it with tape
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| Still, I stay grounded, live in the place
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| One-Forty-Eight pounds of prime fillet steak
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| Fake clowns catch a pie to the face
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| You suckers need to slow your pace down
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| Start applying your brakes
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| Ill like I came out of the vagina with AIDS
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| That’s why I got my name out on vinyl in crates
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| The legend’s here, serving suckers like I’m Belvedere
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| When I enter from the venue rear bet you many cheer
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| I am the well revered, held it down for several years
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| Worked a circuit big enough to dissect the hemispheres
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| I’m fooling with you 'cause in truth I’m just starting out
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| The rep is minor but the passion you can hardly doubt
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| I’ve got the hardest crowds, rowdier than lager louts
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| Starting bouts, only calming down when they’re passing out
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| In club gigs I can muster up wits
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| To get the hunnies fronting with puckered up lips
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| Some bustas wanna rumble and they’re running up quick
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| Against the number one they should run and jump ship! |
| Man! |
| I’m not a dude with a pimp strut
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| It’s the UK! |
| They don’t play my music in stripclubs!
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| Still I’m producing to sick stuff, this is underground
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| Its not about how many floozies you picked up
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| I did the work, I handled the grind
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| Juggling a nine-to-five so I manage my time
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| Here’s another hot production, I’m back on the line
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| Then I ship it to your doorstep packaged and signed
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| Believe the passion that I pack into rhymes
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| Is actually twice as fat as the aquatic expanse that is dragged by the tides
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| My charismatic acts will rapidly have you slapping your sides
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| Until they’re tattered as the fabric on animal hides
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| And if a man would survive I’d leave a taste so sour
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| He’d be wishing all my patterns were caramelized
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| Fuck a chariot ride I’d rather gallantly stride
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| Into battle using rap like a dagger to fight
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| I’m not a gangster with a slag for a wife
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| A chickenhead after my treasure like she’s Anneka Rice
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| I like a lass to be attractive and nice, the natural type
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| And not a tacky slag acting mad cause I’m grabbing a mic |
| We rock tracks
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| We’ve got that style down to a tee
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| Have you ever in your whole damn life seen a show that can flow so fluidly |