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Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble |
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But i'm gonna flow with the show and never babble |
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Take your hand, make your stand |
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To my left, jeff, your a pest and you fessed and |
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I think you'd better find a new profession |
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You think that you wanna be a rapper? well i think you're guessing |
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No time for fessing or faking, messing or making |
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Mistakes, cause it takes heavyweights to stakes |
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Or high, so why would you ever want to front? |
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And try such a stunt, now the ace is gonna hunt |
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Ya down, you clown, cause the sound that you're hearing is dope |
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You can't cope slowpoke, so pick up the soap |
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And catch a bad one, you wanted a chance and you had one |
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You lost it course you sad one |
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You can't get with the style you hit with |
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In this rhyme, so maybe next time |
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Uptown, downtown, crosstown, no matter where you're from |
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Get on the floor and get dumb |
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Cause the master, capital a-c-e is about to kick it wicked |
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Here's the title, in your face i'm gonna stick it |
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But yo don't resh leash the speech that you use |
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Needs a little more spice, ice, you're nice |
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The style that i heard was third nerd, you gotta be sweet, pete |
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You can't make money saying rhymes on the street |
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So yo get back, jack, a smack is what you might just get |
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To the grill, bill, so chill, or i might just swing, king |
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Crown, you're down you're like a wingless plane, wayne |
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Cause you ain't fly, in fact you try and i'm a rain |
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Right on your head so shed hats and coats |
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The votes are in friend, i win hands down, clown |
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You tried biting, but biting is a crime |
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So maybe next time |
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I like to cruise around the city, find me a witty |
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Seditty, sexy young lady that is pretty |
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(meow meow meow) says the kitty |
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The hotel room i got's a buck fifty |
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Booties in miniskirts, cuties and plenty certs |
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To make sure my breath is up to par and |
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I introduce myself as the capital a the c the e |
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And say "hello" and "bonjour" if foreign |
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And if she's a little bit older i'll put her head on my shoulder |
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And hold, cause nobody told her |
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That the master ace, could move so many hips |
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Just by the sounds from my lips |
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Well um dinner was a winner, the movie was groovy |
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The park was dark as we walked and talked |
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Stayed and played, chased and raced |
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Sat and chat, shared and stared, into each other's eyes and lies |
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Spilled from your mouth right then |
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Cause as we kissed you insisted, you had no boyfriend |
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But i know you cousin and your cousin dropped dime |
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Oh well, maybe next time |
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Mc's acting wild better get calm |
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Or you'll get laughed at like like a sitcom |
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I spell my name a with the c-e |
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Not an "lf" folks, and i'm displaying "different strokes" |
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Huh, i'm "head of the class" fast and furious |
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Rhymes as you get "m*a*s*h-ed" as i have "good times" |
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And "happy days" i'm slick like a hummer |
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And smooth and kick my rhymes like a punter |
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"one day at a time" is how i live life |
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So no i'm not "married with children" and no i do not have a wife |
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Instead i would prefer to have a girl and |
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Experience "growing pains" cause it's a "different world" and |
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Rappers try to play me, just like a sport |
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Try to bite my rhymes at "night" but get "court" |
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"give me a break" catch a "taxi" and leave town |
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You might be a "star" but i'll "trek" you down |
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Rapping, it's a living and it's been one for years |
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"jeffersons" in my wallet, champagne in my glass, i say "cheers" |
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You wish you could be slick with the rhymes, don't you? |
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But maybe next time |
