| No mistakes what you listening to
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| You listening to one of the all time greats
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| These are the breaks like Kurtis
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| Never heard this the way we disturbingly word shit
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| My dick spit flames, bitch, try not to get burned, bitch
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| I’m the master, the kingpin, do my thing, ring king
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| Put your gloves on, it’s round 1, ding ding
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| Some of our G.O.A.T.'s passed on
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| Some of our illest lyricists sold out, they suck now, they’re gone
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| Rugged Man, mamas keep your daughters away from his broke ass
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| No cash, looking for a place to crash
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| He just a dick-swinging dirt-bag, no class
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| Only fuck little, skinny, white bitches with no ass
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| The underground kill shit, my clique Paz, Killah Priest
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| Masta Killa, Kool G Rap, sick, lyrical beasts
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| Timbo King, Hell Razah, Tragedy Khadafi
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| And of course R.A. |
| The Rugged Man, you can’t forget about me
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| Big guns, hold up’s, it’s L.I.'s finest
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| Ten hut, uppercut, bow down to your highness
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| The legendary rhymer, howdy ha
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| Yeah, he walk through fire, la di da
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| ''Oh, who’s that guy? |
| He’s so fly''
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| That’s what all my fat girls tell me, miss you, baby, love you, bye bye
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| Pretty bitches mostly hate me wishing I die
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| Oh wait, that was the past, bitches love me now
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| I don’t know why they thinking they getting with a rap star
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| Handsome heartthrob, in reality they sucking the dick of a fat slob
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| I’m a star in the hood these days like Black Rob
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| My childhood fucked me up for real, I’m really that scarred
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| Let’s get ready to rumble like Michael Buffer
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| You sold out, I saw what you did last summer
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| I’m a foul motherfucker like old school Slick Rick
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| With your wrinkled pussy I can’t be your lover
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| This boom bip boom bap true funk
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| I’m from New York City, I do not get crunk
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| I’m so damn talented, I’m so damn gifted
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| I’m the Grand Puba, the Grandmaster, the Grand Wizard |