| Oooooahhhh
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| Brace yourself, I’m the ace with grace
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| I’ma win the race and make you feel disgrace
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| In any case, yo, I’m movin like a steeplechase
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| MC soldiers -- about face
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| Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
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| My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft
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| I think you better tape this, yo, you can’t escape this
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| Yo, I planned it out just like a landscapist
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| Whipper-snapper back up for comin crap up I plan to trap a MC and kidnap em Phony, so skip the baloney
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| You and your cronies need to jump on a pony
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| and roll, cause you’re just a rookie
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| When it was time for rap school, you musta played hooky
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| I’m the show-stopper, your rhymes are improper
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| I’ma teach you like the master taught the grasshopper
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| Just gettin warmer, I’m a transform a regular rhyme into a barnstormer
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| Try to jump I’ll bump you chump, my job is thorough
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| Any MC, state city or borough’ll get ragged
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| I drop like a sandbag
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| Serious as the mob — I don’t play tag
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| Best of the batch, no man can catch up Hoes can’t be passed, a battle’s a mistmatch
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| I flip lyrics, like a acrobat
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| and avoid combat like a diplomat
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| But when it’s time for battles, ?? |
| jacked or killed
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| It’s a thrill to drill a run of the mill Bill
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| with my skill, I’m the lord of the rhymes
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| And I be writin at a rate that pace way past my bedtime
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| I rock the mic unlike
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| some brothers I know, I guess they flow, PSYCH
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| I’m droppin em Droppin em Yo, you’re all in, stiff as a mannequin
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| I’m sharp as a pen and I’ma teach discipline
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| I get busy like it’s two of me Evidently, I’m hated by a few MC’s
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| But so what? |
| I just max like I’m playin the sax
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| and take the crowd to the climax
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| Yo — Cool J, I’ll never go astray
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| I’m funky you can hear me at the Milky Way
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| You’re weak, wick raps, I’m cool as jazz
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| Got razamatazz ask my man Shabazz
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| I know you’re afraid because I’m self-made
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| I invade, and blow up like a hand grenade
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| MC’s are terrorstruck, I’ma run amuck
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| Cause your rhymes suck, you made a record on potluck
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| Just a toy boy, can’t stop my convoy
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| Rhymes I said last year were just decoys
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| I’m like a fox, you annoy me like chicken pox
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| I’m back with a style that’s unorthodox
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| You musta had a teaspoon full of bull
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| I’m like The Hulk, with more bulk, I’m powerful
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| They try to get with this, to me that’s an insult
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| Boys shouldn’t mess with an adult, that’s too difficult
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| I enter like a giant sayin fee fi foe fum
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| Then rock the auditorium until it’s pandemonium
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| I’m droppin em Yo E, droppin em Don’t sleep — cause I’ma go deeper
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| All you sleepers, I’m the Grim Reaper
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| My rhymes are rising, the angle’s gettin steeper
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| I hated Mussolini Martini so I’ma sweep a emcee, like he’s one of the two
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| Break him into fragments right in front of you
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| Mic check one two, is too fundamental
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| My rhymes are monumental over an instrumental
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| In the center, I had to enter
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| Tormentor mentor experimentor and inventor
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| of lyrics, so all you non-believers
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| It’ll echo in your dreams at night when you receive a rude awakening, you can’t do anything
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| You enter my kingdom and you cry as men bring
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| gifts to the prince of excellence and magnificence
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| Alarm clock rings, you wake up, and you’re convinced
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| that the crew invader, soloist exterminator
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| greater evador of ducks, concert crusader
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| is BAD, my nickname’s the circuit breaker
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| Eatin up the world, acre by acre
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| I’m droppin em Word to mother, droppin em!
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| KnowhatI’msayin? |
| Straight til 1999, droppin em!
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| Yo, year two thousand, yaknahmsayin?
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| Audi man
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| Yo I’m droppin em |