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I'm the jack of all trades, of one
Black and underpaid, blastin mic gun
Put it to temple, and pop yo' pimple
you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts

I specify in rockin my page the heart
I dig down deep within my
Information excites me, the knowledge me
When I, throw on my Nike's and to it nicely

Huh, it's unlikely any man could me
Lightning, please strike me it did when I was a child
Hit me with a hundred thousand volts and make me
You name it I can aim it, catch it and it, explain it
Take it and paint it in technicolor
Directly from place you could expect no other
To stand by trues and break these rules

We defy the laws of cool and sang these blues and bring this

I'm that SPOKESman, I ain't a coke man

A good folks man, he for the mic and broke his hand
not my problem, it's not my fault
It's not my concern, I don't give a shit
dirty fingers, reachin for the scepter
All up in yo' head but I'm not Dr.
Or Dr. Phil, but I still got to
white widdle, black widdle, fat pill
To take for enjoyment, to get psychadelic
I don't sell it I spill it out, and tell it so

My rap gat your brain splat
Blow up, that's holdin up your hat
It's firin the gas, in the engines
Fuck a foot in the door, we takin off the

When my, dash is broken, is broken
And class is open, and it's still smokin

Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is it

What kind of box you thinkin in?Think again

a blank, you saw a tank
But didn't see my soldiers on the flank movin up rank
The Hall of Fame went up in flames
When they, mention my name tension in they brains
An extension of the game and, I this claim
And break chains and this one's for the last train

I'm the jack of all trades, of one
And the thing I is blastin this mic gun
Put it to temple, and pop yo' pimple
you down like kempo, I'm trained in the arts

We got one verse left to this beat
And seperate the good shit the weak
So, get in the groove, and feel the

And once you're spread yourself around
the bottom to the top, top, to the bottom
I'm, gonna 'em, while, I still got 'em
I this hour with style and power
And this, is yo' MC
I don't know if, all of you have
But it's up to YOU to rip.. fade out*