| You said it folks this guys clever
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| He got extra dope rhymes and punch lines forever
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| His stuff will catch in no time if his production guy was better
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| And theres nothing I like better then new battle lyrics
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| My favorite jam is «Secret Agent» man you have to here it
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| I heard he got a phat review in a mag or two
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| And now the majors want him that would suck if that was true
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| There ain’t a cat half as fat as lou and that’s the truth who’s stayin Indie
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| Or dudes with punchlines on major lables sayin any
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| He even answers all his emails if he’s got a chance at all
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| He told me icons real name is vinny
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| Maybe when he’s getting chased by a bunch of sweaty face record snakes
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| With chansaws and machete blades in pursuit like leather face and jason
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| He’ll be the first kid who dont forget his place and sustains the basement
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| Anyways hit me up on my email if you disagree or wanna spit a free
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| Later dmx63
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| I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
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| But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
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| You know this guy cries child but dont you weap
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| Cause mother son even goes to sleep
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| I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
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| But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
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| You know this guy cries child but dont you weap
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| Cause mother son even goes to sleep
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| Well isnt this poetic faithfully
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| Theres another emcee with major label fever next thing we know
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| He’ll make a disco record
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| Louis Logic the next thing to grow into a classic?
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| Its probably more likely Roy Jones will get his ass kicked
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| He has made some impressive plastic but thats it
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| He never crafted a classic with an extended track list
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| Who tries to make tremendous rap hits on 12 inches anyways?
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| He doesnt understand that this is hells business
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| All the labels care about is sales figures and your whereabouts on the charts
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| And rappers livin at there parents house
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| For tryin to invent a daring sound
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| Which obviously isnt lous intent to save you the suspense
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| His newest attempts a dissapointment and a clear case
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| A great unlistened enjoyment for career stakes
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| So here’s the answer and the ointment, show em no love
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| Your favorite dick eating critic also known as O’Dub
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| I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
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| But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
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| You know this guy cries child but dont you weap
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| Cause mother son even goes to sleep
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| I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
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| But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
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| You know this guy cries child but dont you weap
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| Cause mother son even goes to sleep
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| So this is what you’ve all been asking for
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| I never let your small talk make me mad before
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| Cause after all when its said and done
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| Its as if these cats wish my only bread was crumbs
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| So let em front
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| Everyones a critic theese days, not to complain
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| These little djs dis wax of the popular phrase
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| But the topics the same, money sex and guns
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| Is that less expressive from how indie snobs expect it done
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| When underground records come with three choices
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| They can’t spit
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| You can’t understand it
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| Or its punks with weak voices
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| And you rejoice at three joints of the 20 tracks only some were fat
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| Then you wish you had your money back
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| Therell be none of that in my wax or stage show
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| I make extra sure to stay dope im spittin for your pesos
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| And kick them on the same flow to show you that im anti wack
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| Wether indie or major and their ain’t to many fans like that
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| I said pray for the sunshine warmth today
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| But the cold rain cloud gon wash the sun away
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| You know this guy cries child but dont you weap
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| Cause mother son even goes to sleep
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| Blue skies and the sunshine come today
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| To the rain clouds gone washed the sun away
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| I know that things arent the way that they supposed to be
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| So I keep my umbrella so close to me
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| Younge Fella you wouldn’t know a dope emcee if the lord made them grow from
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| trees
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| So some fellas wouldn’t know a dope emcee if the lord made them grow from trees
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| They used to love my shit before the suburb chicks
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| Wanted to suck my dick
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| Now the rain done came
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| It’s like they hate the flow, cause the radio increased the ratio
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| Its the same dumb thing
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| They might say my name, to the sound that creates migraines
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| Which means I dont go counterfit to change my game
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| I got a plan to be fresh, and even if the first families stressed
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| God damn the regret I can’t be supressed |