| I’m attacking weak rappers, periodically destroying
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| T La Rock, imitators have become so annoying
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| I turn on my radio which I keep on the shelf
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| Every station I turn to I keep hearing myself
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| I hear myself on records I never made
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| I’m not dumb my mind is sharper than the butchers blade!
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| angry like this and rappers who persist
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| I explode like a bomb I get so pissed
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| I can’t stand it no more, I try my best to implore
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| Now it’s time for T La Rock to even the score!
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| (Hook)
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| I use the mic like a belt, beat rappers like children
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| And then I condescend
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| Graciously pretend to step off, though I may pretend to be through
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| But this part of my strategy
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| Disillusioning with pre-planned tactics
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| Will protect myself like you do with prophylactics
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| Ingenious ideas to despair my foes
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| I stalk em and hawk 'em no matter where they go
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| I’m the notorious fear inflicter
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| I’m the mongoose, you’re the boa constrictor
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| I’m good, you’re garbage, we’re easy to distinguish
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| I will be the victor, you prefer to relinquish
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| Huh! |
| I’m ready to commence annihilation
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| My mind is now morbid, there’s no rehabilitation
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| I’m a rapper killer with the strength of a gorilla
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| A brutal slayer, clone of Attila
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| The Hun, you better run, punk flee while you can
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| My orders to kill, there’ll be no count demands
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| I’m entering the boundaries of insanity
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| Grotesque actions altering humanity
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| Disgusted to the fullest at all enemies
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| Bold rappers who dare battle me are a tease
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| I’m a professor of war, honorable veteran
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| Strategy coordinator, acute militarian
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| Profound, I’m bound to increase in my strength
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| And definitely there’ll be no lengths
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| Of you shit talking rappers who don’t even know me
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| You’re as fictional to me as Obi Wan Kenobi!
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| Like a tramp, you’re equal to a two cent stamp
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| Your mind is dead, you will never revamp
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| Or revise, surprise, I see you’re in shock
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| Dontcha know? |
| prepared to?
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| I’m hot like lava, I’m ready to roast
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| You weak duck rappers who keep playin' me close
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| When I walk, heads slam, the people all chant
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| I’m a walking time-bomb equivalent to a power plant!
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| When challenged, I drool, I’m so powerful
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| My jaws lock on the mic like the jaws of a pit bull
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| I go mad, break out into a tantrum
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| Mentally convert into a hip hop phantom
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| My foes then panic, shake like a leaf
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| Knowing their destruction will be short and brief
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| up like a snail, faces turn pale
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| a thousand miles a second on each finger nail
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| I’m dangerous, deadly like a scorpion
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| Fearless, undisputed champion
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| Unique in the mind, and strength I’m like?
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| Physique of a model, tall dark and handsome
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| Black and you know it, nicknamed the poet
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| The lyrical king who? |
| to bring
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| Funky fresh lyrics and keep running things!
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| (Hook)
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| Do it Greg!
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| I have unmeasurable power, unbelievable force
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| I bring more pleasure to the mind than sexual intercourse
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| Rhyming is my specialty, rapping I’ve perfected
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| Considered dead rappers I seeked and resurrected
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| That climax of my power is beyond extreme
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| I have the mind of a scientist to program dreams
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| Like a magnet I attract, keep jams well packed
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| Like a hypodermic needle my lyrics extract
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| All bad thoughts, repulsing ideas
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| Anxiety? |
| I stimulate like beer
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| Most lyric writers are well out of my league
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| Like history! |
| All my lyrics intrigue
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| The thought of rap on the air was considered remote
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| If you had leukemia there was no antidote
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| As the world evolves many problems are solved
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| To keep this good thing going I’ve become involved
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| Join with me, Lou, and Greg, my comrades
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| As a team our dream is to make you glad
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| Remain a part of the hip hop world
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| That goes to every man and woman
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| Every boy and girl! |