| Yeah, Rest in peace Heavy D
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| Prayers goes out to my brother Eric Sherman
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| Real hip hop we in the building, we don’t die!
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| stalker, hat flipped back just like I’m Jimmy Walker
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| Writer, author, 92' Jetta, just caught the red eye
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| Haters said I said, I never said that
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| Now I’m back to the gamin', now I keep flamin'
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| Callin' my name and, fella keep bangin'
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| Back to the UK, shout out to the DJ’s
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| No more delay, North Philly EA
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| Hit the turnpike now I’m back to the BK
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| Barrels on the bridge through the 95 freeway
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| Huh, I’m just breathin' on ya’ll
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| Lifestyle is crazy, bouncin' off the wall
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| The way I work my game I’m like 6 ft tall
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| The way I break it down I’m like uncut raw
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| The word in the street, yo, I’m that bull
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| Break it down, real science, Jolly Green Giant
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| Steamin' like a iron, roar like a lion
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| Killin' up the game, all the rules I’m applyin'
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| This time around I’mma form my alliance
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| I’m not playin', I’m not jokin'
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| In and out ya city, yo your boy stay coastin'
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| 20 for the walkthrough, oh ya boy is hostin'
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| Huh, let me clear my throat
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| Boxin' so hard, knock you against the ropes, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo zig zag zig
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| Gotta make moves, gotta think quick
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| Gotta move fast, gotta haul ass
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| Come around here, yo you don’t get a pass
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| Yeah, Ladies and gentlemen
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| I’m here to bring on my dude
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| (No, don’t do it…)
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| Ya’ll know him as Mr. Bad Man
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| I’mma give it up to my man, R.A. |
| the Rugged Man
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| boom
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| I’m a soul man like Sam & Dave
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| The Rugged Man, Rampage, back on the damn stage
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| My flow hot, you can use it to light fires
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| R.I.P Heavy diddly diddly diddly D, Dwight Myers
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| Walkin' in between the Twin Towers on high wires
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| This for Harlem, boogie down Bronx, Brooklyn, the do or diers
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| Flippin' tables in restaurants, I don’t need no reservation
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| You more artificial than artificial insemination
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| I’m the king forever reignin', from generation to generation
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| Remain' from Genesis to the Book of Revelation
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| I was born pissed off, I stay hatin'
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| I walk the streets lookin' like Onyx with the mad face invasion
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| I remain the heaviest livin', spittin' the deadliest venom in 'em
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| And if it wasn’t for rappin' I’d be buried and dead or in prison
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| I rhyme with a vengeance, my opposition is never forgiven
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| I wreck 'em and get 'em spittin' green soup and their head’d be spinnin'
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| I’m like, zig zag zig, I flip it to zag zig zag
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| I’m the George Thorogood of rap, I’m B-B-B-B-bad
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| Ain’t impressed by steroid needles and weight trainin'
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| You 300 pound bouncers get knocked out, I ain’t playin'
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| Tales from suburbia, rock the party
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| The home of Roc and Prodigy, Bus-a-Bus, De La, Punk, Nucks, and Rock Marcy
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| E-Double, MP, Chris Paul, the whole army
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| And Rugged Man you don’t want no parts of me, come on |