| Mmmmm, there’s taste on my tongue
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| Makin' doo doo noise, damn it’s funky
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| Stezo, i’m gettin' stupider than stupid
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| This is a dope beat, the way that I looped it
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| Yes, my name is Stezo-E, the only one
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| When i’m on the microphone, i’m nobody’s son
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| MC’s start to sweat, and mess up my rep
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| But imma tell 'em, to act like a Porshce step
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| Playin' me close, I think that’s mental
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| Stick to the mic like an octopus tentacles
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| Dust MC’s, observe, and start learnin'
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| Stompin' MC’s out, with my earnest
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| Comin' off awesome like a world premiere
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| Bringin' crazy noise to the hemisphere
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| Rollin' on suckas, like a guided missle
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| Shis Kebab MC’s, until they like sizzle
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| Listen up, this is a fact from a friend you know
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| Why, 'cause you can’t wet
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| Now I have a chance to prove myself
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| You be reachin' for the Stezo on the top shelf
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| Comin' like a Mack truck, convoy
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| Me and Jimmy Slice, is makin' crazy noise
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| Adios, amigos, better known as see you later
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| I grab the mic like the jaws of an alligator
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| My name is Stezo-E and i’m makin' lots of pesos |
| And if you break down, i’m like Mecco
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| Me the teacher of the talent, the answer of the question
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| The preacher of the whole rap obsession
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| I’m fact not fiction, you’re fiction not fact
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| I’m here to freshin' up the plesh, just like a little Tic Tac
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| O.K., O. K, O.K., I understand what you’re gettin' to
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| The beat is not hard enough, it’s not hittin' you
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| Rap is my employment, rhymes is my enjoyment
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| If you wanna battle, yo, set up an appointment
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| Serious rapper, takin' out the enemy
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| Just remember, yo, you’re not the winner, G
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| Come on, come on, come on, and keep quiet
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| Sit back, and tape a rap geist
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| Stezo-E, that’s the title
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| That’s why the beat so vital
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| Now it’s time to take out all the toys
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| You know why, we’re makin' crazy noise
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| Hold it, wait a minute, just pause and just listen
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| As you all know, rappin' is my tradition
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| My exquisite, unique style I am creatin'
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| Yo, to battle me suckas, you brothers baitin'
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| The intelligent force I think of in my brain cell
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| Then I start to rhyme, my intelligence dwells |
| There’s smartness, after smartness, after smartness
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| I couldn’t see myself to depart this
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| You wanna be dumb, yo, you’re not sightful
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| Suckas, you’re like a .22, i’m like a rifle
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| I’m the S the T the E the Z-O
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| To preform, you know it’s strictly a show
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| I got my dancers, my DJ, my mic, and my music
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| If I think of somethin' fly, of course i’m gonna use it
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| Backin' me up, is all of my boys
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| You know why, we’re makin' crazy noise |