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A few short words, and know?
Oh, whaddya know? He

Down, like water, fresh out the clouds
you like terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly

To all, rise and shine, God the glory
I already a percent of mine to Bert and Cory
And got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my

My ways of is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some would rather see me behind
Sorry to disappoint, but dis joint's
Display your but say no

More or I'll blind you like spit did to
To the dirt and the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like
See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got to win

to settle, crews to crush
You rush right in to see him do it with a
It's Long Isle y'all, longevity my celebrity status
AM to PM, you see him on file y'all

I was told to step righteous, so when done
will say I stepped right
And whether religion, or stopped by the cop
shinin' his in my face, I'm bound to see the light

A few words, and whaddya know?
Oh, whaddya He comes

Aiyyo, I'm up against these walls, here's my stiff straight up
Dazzle and razzlin' like I'm little Juan Magic
Magnetically handle mics, they drop
Top drama time these commas don't drop

Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net
To shoot the rock homey in many courts of
couldn't do it, so we bring all six
I circumcise the track, you a dick

and hooded
Skin repeated like Stutterin'
I like yesterday, it don't stop
George of poor life pop, put to Scarlet
In a place she believes, much better than your

She say she better in my eyes, bullshit
crock she done ran to duck, crammin' to fuck
I put the pudding on her like Cosby
I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge paused me

Bifocusedly die hopeless
Yo cry poker face, you oughta try it one time
When God is an non pos', you stand to
Demanded slaves on trial, we want free

Man cock aim ready, time you MC
So you rappers bust bee-bee guns, graffiti
Through my veins since cable with the wired
Woodgrainin' you wired his float

C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La
We was rhymin through the frozen street since 8 old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't our flow
A group of so original, you heard?

C'mon, Pretty Toney and De La
We was through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so

Tony 'Tana with big for bad manners who got 'em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay tax
And you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back

And that'll hurt you Superman, chased by a group of men
dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in
For you Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds

Cutmaster kill 'em, sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group the PA
And just lay whooptay,

Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a toupee
Since tunin' into Rock'n AJ
Ghostface gats is squeezed like a glass of OJ
Girls you can go in my OJ

A few short words, and whaddya
Oh, whaddya He comes