| So, tell me, how do you feel about «Jack the Ripper?»
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| (Get him!)
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| Want me to get him? |
| Well, I got him
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| My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
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| With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed to make him rewind
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| This time I draw the line
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| He’s mine, just chill
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| Don’t nobody touch him 'cause I’ma get ill
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| The boy’s phony as a three-dollar bill
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| And this time, I shoot to kill
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| Just like a sucker, you took the bait
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| Now you’re like a dead fish on my dish, too late
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| So party people kick your feet up, I’m about to heat up
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| You’re hungry for a battle, now it’s time to eat up
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| Boy, I’m gonna chew you, 'cause I knew you
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| Was talkin' that junk, punk, now I’ma do you
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| The way you should be done, call you my son
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| Make you say, «Daddy, I don’t want none»
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| I’ve had enough of you actin' tough
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| You huff, puff, grab your stuff, you cream puff bluff
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| Talk about a battle, but you don’t wanna do it
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| You got yourself into it, you blew it
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| You egomaniac, I’m a brainiac
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| You came back with a stone cold plain attack
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| Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that?
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| You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack
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| The Ripper, down with my zipper
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| You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
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| Trying to knock the way I rock, get off my jock
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| I’ma knock you out the box, let’s go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Let’s go!
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Put up or shut up, get up, yeah, what up?
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| Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up
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| Talk about how your records went double platinum
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| With those lyrics? |
| Huh, I laugh at them
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| So, you got paid, take the money you’ve made
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| Bet it on yourself, are you afraid?
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| Money talks, B.S. |
| walks
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| When I stalk like a hawk, a victory is chalked
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| So put your money where your mouth is, you don’t know about this
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| Battlin’s for real men, and I doubt if
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| You can even hang or give a run for the money
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| You’re just a sucker, and it’s funny
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| How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York
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| And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk
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| You try to act like you’re a big man, but you’re a big fan
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| Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man
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| You ain’t got a chance in the world
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| Your records were smokin', but you sound like a girl
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| (How you like me now? I’m gettin' busier
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| I’m double platinum)
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| Hold up, is he a
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| Man or a girl? |
| What in the world?
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| You sound like Cheryl the Pearl
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| And you wanna battle me on the microphone?
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| Leave that crack alone
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| Let’s go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Let’s go!
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| I said let’s go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Come on, boy, let’s go!
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Better than me?
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| Picture that with a Kodak
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| I don’t take no shorts and you know that
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| I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard
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| I don’t get even, I get odd,
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| Todd
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| Always one up on ya
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| And I tried to warn ya
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| You slept, you took a back step
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| Ruined your rep and wept, you should’ve kept
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| Your mouth shut, you know what?
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| You gotta say you’re sorry (I'm sorry) So what?
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| You call me a punk, you wanna see who’s soft?
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| Put the microphone down, let’s square-off
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| You need a hand, you got hands for
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| Tryna be me, now LL stands for
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| Lower Level, Lack Luster
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| Last Least, Limp Lover
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| Lousy Lame, Late Lethargic
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| Lazy Lemon, Little Logic
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| Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped
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| Laborious Louse on a Loser’s Lips
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| Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse
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| Low Life with the loud raps, boy
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| You can’t win, huh, I don’t bend
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| Look what you got yourself in
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| Just usin' your name, I took those L’s
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| Hung 'em on your head
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| and rocked your bells
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| Now, here we go, blow for blow, let’s throw
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| Rhyme for rhyme, yours and mine, and yo
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| When it’s time to battle rhyme, I know
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| How to make it flow, so let’s go
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| To the ring, rapper’s sing and swing
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| Words and verse, see who deserves to be king
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| Serve a blow to that ego
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| As if you didn’t know, let’s go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Let’s go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Let’s go!
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| How can you say you’re the best?
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| Get put to the test in front of a million and fess
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| Tried to withdraw because you saw
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| The juice I gots not like before
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| Huh, I’m formidable, unforgettable |
| You’re submittable, you look pitiful
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| Yeah you’re headstrong, but you’re dead wrong
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| Wanna survive? |
| Stick with the love songs
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| Take off your shirt, flex and flirt
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| And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts
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| If you don’t, boy you’ll get hurt
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| Feel like dirt and have to revert
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| To comin' on stage butt-naked
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| To make up for what you can’t do on record
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| Open your eyes twice the size and realize
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| I’m on the rise and you’re on the demise
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| Ostracized by my reprise
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| Step in my face and watch how that head flies
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| I mean business and I’m serious
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| I ain’t sellin' out and now here he is
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| Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin'
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| The money from money, now don’t you know they can
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| Use your support 'cause you got caught
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| Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought
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| A puppet on a string with no heart
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| A fool and his money will always part
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| You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman
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| Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans
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| I’m too potent, powerful and spiritual
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| Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical
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| You wanna beat me? |
| It’s gonna take a miracle
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| You’ve got a lock on my jock like a pitbull |