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Well, to school ya it's the hooligan I'm in the again so watch me do this I'm out to do these rappers just like Popeye did The dooper trooper, oops, I'm no beginner So watch me get loose and run, shit, Bill Skinner
I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna it There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I it See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta it Ya cruisin' for a bruisin' if ya bite it I use it
See I'm quick to the giff, and if ya tryin' ta stop it I got mad skills like loose in my pocket I drop it from the East, at I'm gettin' mine in Some niggas gettin' jealous of the way that I be rhymin'
Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you It's like nuttin' I'm throwin' somethin' rougher than menstruation Crabs, I'm followed by a like John Cougar Mellen, tell punks I put a swellin', for the lords split'cha
I kick tails that tips on the ricter I wit' more drive than the Harlem River Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then Pick up my then spark the clip and get puffin' see
back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we Got the knack to freak a track like I was in some nations Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope, I'm than the Mad Hatter And Yabber Dabber Dope and you can
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Well once it's the spectacular I the back and ya, fuckin', face it Terrorisin' MC's as if my was Jason I crash 'n' 'em, monster mash 'em 'til they suckle I'm to switch up and kick ass like Dr. Jekyll
I it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts The shit that I bringin' got'cha swingin' on my I'm not the typical, lyrical guy that be a Drop the type of shit that make ya flip and swivacle
I'm with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet My raps they never 'cos on the tracks, see I be bustin' like Fireworks, I fire scullin' then I step I'm back from and I'm ween to keep a rep
it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a cockpit Hah I rocks and knock niggas out the blocks wit' Uncontrollable motions from my larynx I'm slick, your tip because my clique might slam ya next
booya, no ya not true, don't mean illusion Kickin' a styles '96, taking backs to the future Plus I'm cool to the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly I'm aimin' for the just like this was a game of scelli
Plus I'm sinkin' ships, whatever makes the blow rock My crew is givin' nothin', chicks without the showtime When I groove up put your up or catch a oops-up Sad ya heart 'cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy
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