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I'm the jack of all trades, of one
Black and underpaid, blastin mic gun
Put it to temple, and pop yo' pimple
Break you like kempo, I'm trained in the arts

I in rockin my page from the heart
I dig down within my psyche
Information me, the knowledge invites me
When I, throw on my Nike's and to it nicely

Huh, it's unlikely any man out-mic me
Lightning, please strike me like it did when I was a
Hit me with a hundred thousand volts and me smile
You name it I can aim it, catch it and tame it, it
Take it and it in beautiful technicolor
from another place you could expect no other
To stand by trues and break these rules

We defy the laws of cool and sang these blues and bring news

I'm that SPOKESman, I ain't a coke man

A good folks man, he for the mic and broke his hand
It's not my problem, it's not my
not my concern, I don't give a shit about
Them dirty fingers, reachin for the
All up in yo' but I'm not Dr. Lector
Or Dr. Phil, but I still got to
white widdle, widdle, fat little pill
To for your enjoyment, to get psychadelic
I don't sell it I it out, and tell it so angelic

My rap gat makes your splat
Blow up, everything that's holdin up hat
firin the pistons gas, in the engines
Fuck a foot in the door, we off the hinges

When my, is broken, glass is broken
And class is open, and still left smokin

Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is it

What kind of box you thinkin in?Think again

Draw a blank, you saw a
But didn't see my soldiers on the flank up another rank
The Hall of Fame went up in flames
When they, my name it's tension in they brains
An of the game and, I stake this claim
And break these chains and this one's for the train

I'm the of all trades, master of one
And the thing I mastered is blastin mic gun
Put it to temple, and pop yo' pimple
you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts

We got one left to rock this beat
And seperate the good shit the weak
So, get in the groove, and feel the

And once you're inside spread around
From the bottom to the top, top, to the
I'm, gonna 'em, while, I still got 'em
I this hour with style and power
And this, is yo' MC
I don't know if, all of you have
But up to YOU to rip.. {*vocals fade out*