I'm Chill-Master, Nell of a MC's But how are you gonna tell the I bust from these fo' knees 'Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a company They go home, they write a rhyme, think they ready to battle better
Some write forward, write backward I wait for to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo With a that's worse than the last one Some say boo! he's the po he to diss Jamaicans
And 'cause you thought I was American Ay Pras, that song they sang, yeah Go back to Jamaica, what's good is new But now we move off with Uncle's with a of cooler
I'm from the island, the island I'm from is the island must be right, when I syke from lack of freestylin' Mind must be until my holler girl, I get all in Black stylin', ridin', be trappin'
When they come to champ see the shoes flappin' Huh, while I'm rappin'
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Said if you with pencil you must write with pen If you have a rooster you have a hen Five plus five you know equals to ten Then spit the man, check it to groove-to-groove site
One, two, I throw a flow to it Three, four, back she know before the miss I ya when style go, to wreck this static But yo sister, grab the mic and do
Aiyyo I used to a hooptie, check me down swoopie with the Jones' but I different homozones See life's got no if I ain't got no statue Hannibal heads, I be the kid "Timbuktu"
One, two, zip me-me, the mic I'm ready Three, four, please the army, "Oh God", with So what, man, the chicken or the hoodie Get the hoodie came first then mans' would be Nancy
To kill the Jesse James rough, step back, check steps love your theory like the chi-chi-woo-woo-boogie-man You say I'm balanced but Silence of the Lambs And when I call name I say Candyman, Candyman, Candyman
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Well I'm on fire, fire, So let me re-light viacom And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic, And let you enter the-the-elec-tronic,
And let you the-the-elec-tronic, cool And let you the-the-elec-tronic All that movin' I call my nozzle you see I was an You listen to lyrics in chime, your Panasonic
The ly-ly-ly-lyricaler, the Pras take the mic man, you know really critical
Stall MC's 'em up for-er-Death Row Rhyme and cultural, and never old the priest-fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled I say no to spliff but my friends still [Incomprehensible]
Coolin' it, coolin' it, it, somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think? Hold the mic, the mic, I shoot 'em with my last one, last one, last one, last one and smoke Smoke I got my and now to send my bozack
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Rich rap come from the brothers in the Who to rap on a Polaroid, here comes Father Joe Let me clock the block as I pull Boof baf, I cut the with gat-stops
I to play hookie just to see how good an MC was He said I a battle, aight, I still took a gun No cheeba, cheeba just a on a last ride I waited so long that I I died and came back alive
So the spirits, many fear, Sir New Stosser This the new thing under the sun, I come, I come Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the mic up the they ran I came back with the bag 'cause that's my man
I'm just patrollin', off in the block But the spot that I clock, you get shot if numbers' about So don't get caught on the fast lane, the fast A just remain and be the same
'Cause rapper-days, say nuttin' for nuttin' So here's sut-um to take you the am to the pm
'Cause a imitator could never be greater the creator the originator, step up infiltrator, see you in the alligator Back stabbin' traitor, recorder, duplicator, roughly rhymin' with The head and leave the forty to be naughty in the refrigerator
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Say gun-man, say tell me where you get damn gun from You musta get it from the land We want to shoot up the old a Pay the man to onto it
Say gun-man, say tell me where you get damn gun from You musta get it the foreign land You want to kill your own man
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