| It’s a pity from the chair I can’t dance like I’m Diddy
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| Was that a compliment or disrespect of Diddy
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| They say that he’s an MC, but come on now, really is he?
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| Nah, if I could get up I would Harlem shake until I’m dizzy
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| Walk into a club, get on dance floor, get busy
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| And yes I am a pro at this just like my boy named Twizzy
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| And I don’t need no Alize, Hennessy or Tanqueray
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| No Patron, just a microphone or some day by day
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| Always do things my way, always mean the things I say
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| Always make my foes feel my wrath, get the last laugh
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| I’m from the upper west side, Manhattan, yes the best side
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| While growing up, in rap coming up
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| Talent shows, mad flows, yeah I’m showing up
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| Home grown, name known, Grimm is blowing up
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| I’ma make it to the top of rap, I’m in it to win it
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| And yes I’m in Manhattan and I’ll be there in a minute
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| (Hook)
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| (All I need) is a microphone
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| (All I need) is my DJ
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| (All I need) is a beat
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| (All I need) is the beat pro
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| (All I need) is a microphone
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| (All I need) is my DJ
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| (All I need) is a beat
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| (All I need) is the beat pro
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| I inhale ether, blow it out like it’s reefer
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| It don’t affect me because I’m the grim reaper
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| Dreams as a child make my voice come out speakers
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| I collected microphones like different pairs of sneakers
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| A true b-boy, ran around the battled
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| Gun slinger, High noon, jumped off Saddle
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| The middle of the town, beef we gotta settle
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| Acapellas, screaming loud, like it’s heavy metal
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| Flow for flow, break em down, get up in his mental
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| Try to kill him with my words, it’s not accidental
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| I’m not being gentle, trying to dismantle
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| You thought it was a knife the way I drew blood with a pencil
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| I am unbeatable, challenge disagreeable’s
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| Flow with Gamma Rays so, no, I’m not see-able
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| Transform, roll out, a bullet changed my vehicle
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| Optimus illusions, overcome obstacles
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| I never get heated, I’m as cool as a popsicle
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| Pop too much shit, Grim Reaper bust his popsicle
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| Broad daylight, shine in eyes cause it’s nickel
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| It touch ya funny bone, but it won’t tickle
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| (Hook) |