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I got it started to my
I got it started to my face,
you thought
There wasn't be no retaliation?

Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be
You my name four times on a record?
Hey, hey

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," Nigga please
I'ma push you back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it
Your song will last as long as your in "Krush Groove"

moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson
You write about a veteran but not a legend
Back from the war with medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the

Gimme medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my is gonna reach ya
A new episode the student kills the teacher

Any last words before I you to your dream?
Hold my hands and

You don't got yourself
So you don't what that mean, aight?
Who you up to do the record
In the first

It taste, you get "The Gas Face"
3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin'
Lickin' Lyles, Labels, lickin' they balls

the conference room table
When you this record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard for this is serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't target practice

So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill
But in sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no
That's why your Def Jam interns it, "Battle of the Beats"
weak nigga

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Yo, my question
your question?

What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's
I'm not a Bob Marley
What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
Tell your ghost writers, "Go write better"

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Guess Uh, oh, uh, oh
we go, oh, uh, oh
Every two records you do
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme

Of you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess, it work on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out done by Canibus the gun
last weapon is to call out Wyclef Jean

Not knowing that you callin' fire for cremation
Jammin' and cool, like you

say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let bells like Sunday school
L.L. J is hard as hell?

So hard at night Jezebel
I heard the teller,
How you he wrote the song?
Rock the

Yo,
I know you got styles but get to the issue kid
is real

Yo, get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage is a up 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these got you steamed
Knowing damn well bad men don't wear G-strings

Another of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed
I even got the worshipers sayin', "God bless"
You star and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco

Wyclef, preacher's son, check the
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty
MCA buy Polygram for eleven
I come to Sony and get pimped by the

And even, get you an ad in, "The Source"
be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W Y C L E F,
The return of the Ripper' was only to meet his death

The next time, you dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go somewhere and your lips, bitch
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What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
What's
I'm not a man impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do this?

Watch what you ask for you just might get it
Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' Wyclef
I just wanna you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why don't you just up?

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