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Verse one: |
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Other mcs in the place know |
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I'm much too much |
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And I'll bust 'em all up without even cussing |
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All wannabe's are never ever gonna be nothin' |
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Gang starr's in the house and we're crushing |
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So suckers better be up on their p's and q's and |
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Competition come against me and you're losing |
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I'll use a simple style just to catch you snoozing |
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Wake up wake up kid read the news and |
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Take heed 'cause you need to see how battles are won |
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When a real man displays how it must be done |
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And I snuff bum mcs and keep the cashflow comin' |
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And never had no problems getting women |
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I'm like a catalyst causin' a chain reaction |
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Dopest vocalist ad now the main attractionn |
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Things turn gold at my slightest touch |
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That's why the people say that |
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I'm much too much |
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Chorus:I'm much too much |
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I'm much too much |
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I'm much too much |
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I'm much too much |
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Verse two: |
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Check the g-u-r-u yes the brother who's progressing |
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If beats are cake |
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I'm frosting, if salad |
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I'm dressing |
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Never stressing or guessing or messing around man |
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Just turn up the system so the beat can be pounding |
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Blasting out your radio my vocals surrounding |
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Take a trip uptown and come back down and |
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And kick it with the fellas |
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I call my crew so |
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I'm gettin' kinda fat like a big huge sumo |
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I figure that |
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I'm due and it's true 'cause you know |
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A rapper this nice oughtta clock mad dough |
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Not the stuff from the baker but the loot yo the paper |
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I set up shop and drop gems and catch 'em later'cause |
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I'm like keeping it moving, improving steadily |
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Pumping kinda loud in your blazer or cherokee |
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Doesn't matter what you drive, automatic or clutch |
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Just pop in my tape 'cause |
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I'm much too much |
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ChorusVerse three: |
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I walk in the room unload a boom that's like sonic |
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My slick voice to the beat is symphonic |
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To a biting mc my lines are toxic and chronic |
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My mystical style is like harmonic |
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I've rarely had a difficulty slaying mcs'cause the ones who were toughest still begged on their knees |
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And I wreck the set with the greatest of ease |
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And you know |
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I'm swift like the breeze |
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I'll never understand why a wack rapper tries and |
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Convinces himself that his image is so fly and |
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That's the type of crap you know |
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I'm not buying |
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Chumps lack the beats and their rhymes don't apply and |
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That's why |
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I've come into your life today |
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Just to make you sweat in my unique way |
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I'm controlling all action dissing mc ducks |
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That's why everybody knows that |
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I'm much too much |
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ChorusOutro:(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil)(mack a mil) |
