| Yeah, peace showbiz
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| Since you got this beat goin
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| Ima drop somethin funky to this track
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| Now Im the constabulary, great in vocabulary
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| Im no joke, when up against any adversary
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| Nifty rowdy, best not crowd me I snuff mcs, I step off and be audi
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| Wax and tax ya, comin straight at ya Your girl I snatch her, cause Im no bachelor
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| Dont roll up, I got the mic sewed up, cause ima grown up Me sound wack? |
| wait up, hold up Im fresh and no half-stepper, and I bet ya Mess with me, youll be leavin on a stretcher
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| Nasty fancy, rap vigilante
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| Get funky on the mic cause it comes in handy
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| You cant stomp this, mission accomplished
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| I burn mcs, and I leave em unconcious
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| Mystical magical, Im quite rational
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| Tell me now, am I little too fast for you?
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| Smashin dashin, swift and long lastin
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| Bust the move, cause Im far from old fashioned
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| I educate the society, keep the girls eyein me Change up, switch up, rhymes for my variety
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| Ima, fiendish genius, a rap confederate
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| Call me the lord, king, or better yet
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| Lyrical artistical, cause Im original
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| Im lord finesse, the funky individual
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| Take my advice, think once or twice
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| I get stupid crazy nice with a mic device
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| Now, I say the hype rhymes, make you wanna bite mine
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| Its eighty-nine and now is the right time
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| To get hype a microphone maestro
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| I could drink a 40 but still sound nice though
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| Picture it, figure it, could never be illiterate
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| Light and smoke mcs like a cigarette
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| Im on the mic with my dj on the one and two
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| Mike smooth, tell me what you gonna do.
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| Yeah, I wanna give the special shout out
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| To the 163rd forest posse
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| To the brother showbiz, my man andre the giant
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| To the brother 40 ounce, my dj mike smooth
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| Master rob, diamond d, force one and two
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| Gizmo the magician
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| To my man big tone and big joe
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| Harry o on the abc crew
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| Last but not least
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| Peace to all brothers from the hill
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| Max on out. |