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You puny protozoa, you`re so minute you know the
Gang has been watchin but instead of just you
I`m you up out of the muck you wallow in
Like a chief chemist, other are followin
to examine you, on a petrie dish
Sticking you and frickin you, a teenie bit
I`m clever, with science, but never
On false words cowards who forever be tryin
Insistin they off, I let `em get some off
come back wit drum tracks, their ears could get numb off
Blockbustin, like makin love, i`ll never thrustin
Into your system, so listen
I`m like a neurosurgeon, operatin wit a version
I write prescriptions, of that fit in
The gets prescribed, as I kick it live
Cause it`s more that a style, conceptual genius
My effect on the scene is, to project that I mean
You deadbeat, wait until you see my next
I get respect for the rep when I
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I`m rushin you like a end as I recommend
That you comprehend, I could you in
A battle, contest, or war, what will
be the forfeiture, of your immature
Insecure for sure, meek, weak of grandeur
To awaken you, and then`ll be breakin you
without askin and trackin and snakin you
Makin you succumb to the drums of
By far we are, truly ones son
But if you were to or estimate us losin
be dyin, tryin to face the fate of your delusions
Cause miscalculation, is all statin
So i`m chumpin, punks just like footballs
Cause I want to put y`all, back in the
To clean up the slop, and all the bullcrap
Your rap`s crazy wack, so try to pull that
lackin the vernacular, i`m slappin ya and cappin ya
And closin your jaw, cause you mess with gangstarr
The guru and premier always with the blessed beats
Dance your ass off hobbes, check the

"Bon voyage", "sayanora", "arriva derci"
Your ass gets busted mustard, you tried to work me
You irked me - you copy and falsify
And I don`t care how many up, cause you all can try
To wish and fish for a style, a fishin rod
These rhymes are hittin hard, constantly i`m large
Inevitably, I readily a slew
Of so deep, so don`t sleep, but just peep me
Puttin methods on records and spinning for each
33 rpm`s the art of men
And as my rhymin builds you see my time it`s
And then I upon weak ones
I`m each one so they become redone
are relayed to twist you up like french braids
Or up like corn braids, cause I got a strong way
Force like raids to never be delayed
I once was the least but I made the grade
Cause this ain`t a slave sale and I ain`t the same
Rapper, no, i`m not a microphonist wit no blaster
No of real appeal or real - talent
And it me violent man
To see all of these peewee bee mc
Makin g`s for some dumb
And lots of money but no idea is rap and what is dope
So check out what the wrote
Cause I will prevail, give you as I unveil
Have enough so I can stay paid well
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and rockin the beats
Bouncin and boomin and blastin you to the seat
Shiek and unique with lots of kick a cleat
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