| Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you’re at a stand still
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| Still faking that you’re hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills
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| so I’ll easily drop you and stop you from rhyming
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| Send you home to moms all bruised up and crying
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| Then if you want you can go call your people
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| You’re gonna need a mob against me cause I’m lethal
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| Not that I’m a violent brother to the contrary
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| My vocals carry, and then I bury
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| MC’s in holes that they dug for themselves
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| Couldn’t be themselves so they sold themselves
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| to a company exec who doesn’t have respect
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| for real rap music so he wants to get an MC
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| that starts out street to crossover
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| but not me, cause I’m the hardcore composer
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| You ain’t a writer nor a fighter you’re just a biter
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| I think you need to save all that because in spite
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| of the reputation that you think you have
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| the crew already knows that you’re really a crab
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| So I’ll grab the mic with haste and send you out of this place
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| and back to trace my flow but don’t waste your time bro
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| It only takes a minute a second for me to switch
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| and rearrange real quick cause I can kick plenty styles
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| Rhymes stretch many miles
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| I’m the authentic yes the lyric unloader
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| The truth exposer, the hardcore composer
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| All you delirious curious suckers
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| you better act like you’ve been known I mack
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| and hold my own with a mike just to stagger
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| a bragger, retire a lair and very easily
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| I’m pass by ya cause you didn’t want to give the credit
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| where it was due, yeah it was you, uh huh it was you
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| and your crummy corny ass crew
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| So we shall enforce that you lost and plus you oughta
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| find another type of life and yes another source of income
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| And here’s some advice you can’t rap this nice
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| I broke ya over and over I told ya I would mold ya why? |
| Because I’m bound
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| to give original sound and as your ears pound
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| bringing pleasure and pain
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| as brains start to gain from musical measures
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| Forming mystical questions never typical inventions
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| Developed by my Gifted Unlimited mind
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| Suckers wanna rhyme cause they’re eager to find
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| the secret behind the way that I stomp all comp
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| Just like a Timberland it’s the Guru and Premier
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| It’s them again droppin the fly tracks
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| and taking things over and never selling out
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| cause I’m the hardcore composer |