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[00:19.22]Ayo, put one up for the Phifer, long time no hear from
[00:21.73]Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some
[00:24.18]But that vibe is non cypher, no can do
[00:26.25]And if you take I fi' joke, then ask the other two
[00:28.83]And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
[00:31.21]I'm not Lawn Doctor so just seckle with the hoe
[00:33.61]Oops...my mistake, I didn't know you went with her
[00:36.07]Should I run down the line of all the kids that done hit her?
[00:38.55]Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
[00:40.82]Heard she likes the two-on-one like my man John Ritter
[00:43.33]But back to the subject, you can't catch wreck
[00:45.63]You must get respect, to earn respect
[00:47.93]Suckers think they could hurt me, 'cause now I wear specs
[00:50.39]You're full of jokes, but yo, your name ain't Flex
[00:52.84]I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable
[00:55.22]You think you're all that, but your girl's quite doable!
[00:57.75]Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me
[01:00.44]I’m not a man called Hawk, but I ain’t Mr. Softee
[01:02.53]Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart
[01:05.12]So forget the chart because the action can start
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[01:26.15]Ha...where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk
[01:28.92]I'm the undercover brother, dump your hoe in the trunk
[01:31.21]Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
[01:33.59]Niggas step back, it's the lyrical worker
[01:36.00]The poems that I create ain't in paperback books
[01:38.50]The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
[01:40.78]My mental is excelling 'cause I dabble in the books
[01:43.20]I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
[01:45.74]Yo, I gets the pickin's, I'm such a damn Dickens
[01:48.22]If you step to this then the plot just thickens
[01:50.52]I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
[01:52.79]To me, your just another MC on the log
[01:55.22]A link in the chain, fluid on the brain
[01:57.68]I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mundane
[02:00.08]See, I can't maintain, especially if you come back
[02:02.46]I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah, I could do that
[02:04.81]I could also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
[02:07.19]'Cause when I get done, I'll have her strung on bones
[02:09.67]It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
[02:12.07]Make me pick up and go when it's time to drop my rhymes
[02:14.53]My title is rock, the Abstract Poetic
[02:16.72]I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic
[02:19.15]So smooth and debonair, special for the ear
[02:21.60]Gotta keep my thing in gear
[02:22.75]'Cause it's evident and clear that I will rock, rock, rock...
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