| He came up to me with some bullsh*t rap
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| He came up to me with some bullsh*t rap
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| He came up to me with some bullsh*t rap
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| Yo when he came up to me I told him to step back
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| Yo I was the best kept secret till I leaked it
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| Flow seasick, then I peaced it like a beatnik
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| Last of the the Mohicans get to geeking when I free kick
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| B-R-double O-K-Lyn street shit
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| Bozo with my nine oh-oh
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| Rapped around my pretty little finger like a yo-yo
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| Know we got that good dro, sticky like a moco
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| Flicking on them bics now my eyes all rojo
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| I give a damn about a hater
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| They want me like candy, baby Now and Later
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| So please don’t approach me with a bullshit rhyme
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| I don’t do battles, there’s too many free lines
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| Yo these retail-ass rappers such a gimmick
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| Sucker emcees trying to tell me how to spit it
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| I ain’t with it, catch me in the cypher with the nice type
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| I get some hype, you can’t even hold the mic right
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| Verbals, murder for the herbals
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| Vocabulary hurdles hold weight like a verdal
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| Industry rule number four thousand and eighty
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| Record company people are shady
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| I never let this game turn me to a clown
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| They so afraid of heights trying to be down
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| So step back ya’ll, it’s like that ya’ll
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| We represent for hip-hop, and not for rap ya’ll
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| It’s true, I get the audience thicker than a Snicker
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| Sweet faced spitter, you can miss me with the glitter
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| Kicked a little rap now they on me like a tack
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| And I gotta make moves like a military brat
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| Matter fact, listen I’m a born star
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| Wouldn’t give a flying fuck, on the airplane with a porn star
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| Roar fee-fi-fo-fum
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| I’m a five-two giant and these rappers so yum
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| My God, yes I live in my pod
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| Armed with the facts I rap your whole iPod
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| Then Nitty be like hello city
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| To your city, then your city be like hello Nitty |