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Other mc's, i want you to know |
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If you ever wanna battle me, don't move slow |
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Come and get it cause i'm waitin and i got nowhere to go |
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Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow |
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We can throw |
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Badself |
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When i get busy, the crowd gets dizzy |
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And when i'm on the stage, the party people say, "is he |
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Really human or is he a robot?" |
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Because when i'm on the microphone nobod- |
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Y does the things that i do |
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My voice will guide you |
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Once you hear it, it stays inside you |
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Hypnotizing and mesmerizing |
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The cerebral cortex, but without realizing |
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You become confused and so enthused |
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Cause the rhymes i use can make you lose |
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Total control, and if i choose |
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To call you the paperboy you'll spread the news |
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Like paul revere: "a real rapper is here!" |
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Yeah, "moe dee is coming, moe dee is coming" |
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And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter |
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Nothing is the matter, you're just looking at a |
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Real rap trooper with a power so super |
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After battlin me, i guarantee you won't recouper- |
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Ate cause i am great, i can make you hate |
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To ever look in the mirror and affiliate |
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Yourself with anything but an average person |
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Lovin my success but envious and cursin |
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You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker |
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Just gimme a pound cause i'm a bad, bad, bad mutha- |
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Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- |
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I put a hurtin on rappers, egos are crushed |
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Pride is swallowed, asses are bust |
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Hearts are taken, souls cremated |
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Lips are sealed and they hate it |
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Overrated rappers made it |
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On a wing and a prayer with old beats updated |
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But i'm not like you bitin barbarics |
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Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics |
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I'm cyanide, deadly and lethal |
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I never run out, i got an automatic refill |
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I never get cold, i only get lukewarm |
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When i wanna get hot, i have a real brainstorm |
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Ideas start flowin, my talents start showin |
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And if the music stops, moe dee keeps goin |
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I'm bigger than life and deeper than death |
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The world of rap is like a kitchen and i am the chef |
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Boy, are these mc's really startin to irk me |
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Make it to the top, then try to jerk me |
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Ask em who's the best, their shoulders start shruggin |
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Like they don't know, they must be buggin |
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But i like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty |
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And one day i'll make them all beg for mercy |
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So remember that if you wanna act like a sucker |
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Don't ever make me mad cause i'm a bad, bad, bad mutha- |
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Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- |
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I'm the kinda rapper that a dummy won't dig |
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My iq's too high, my words are too big |
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My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample |
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Some things i won't do, and here's an example |
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I won't make a 'la-di-da-di', an 'oh veronica' |
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A 'dear ivette' or a la-'latoya' |
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I'm not tryin to dis the rappers that made these cuts |
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As a matter of fact i like them, but |
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Records like that are for the average mc |
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Not for the highly rated moe dee |
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I have a formula, i'm like a scientist |
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And i must put words together like this |
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My voice is a ?????, coming out an orophus |
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Expressing ?????, verbally or if it's |
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Mental ??asymetrics?? that makes me so electric |
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By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected |
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A walking time bomb that can't be disconnected |
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I'm a rhymer with a timer, i'm a english dialectic |
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My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon |
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My soliloquy will affect ya like farrakhan |
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Love me or hate me, agree or debate me |
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Watchin suckers gather round, bow down ????? be- |
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Cause what i do orally i something so morally |
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Stimulating, emmulating heat that's corally |
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My mind is both flexible and resillient |
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Pugnacious, tenacious ??????, i'm brilliant |
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Through rigorous training, it's self-explaining |
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Why i'm standing on the top and that's where i'm remaining |
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My brain rocks like mr. spock's |
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And any other mc's are knocked out the box |
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So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker |
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Sucker mc's, i'm a bad, bad, bad, bad (mutha-) |
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Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- |
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Now i was never solo, i was always in a group |
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So now you new jacks are a little too souped |
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So if you think you could take mine |
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Then come on and make my |
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Day, you idiot, you knew from the giddy-up |
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You didn't have a chance |
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But if you want drop the pants |
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I spank that ass so fast that the next time you glance |
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Everyone will be laughin and you'll be the stock |
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Cause that's what's good about havin you mc's on the jock |
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I could go on and on and on and on for days |
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But everytime i speak i get unwanted protegees |
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If you've been lucky so far, don't press your luck |
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Cause you don't really want none cause i'm a bad, bad, bad (mutha-) |
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Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf- |
