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

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

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

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

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

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

My rap gat makes your brain
Blow up, everything that's holdin up hat
firin the pistons gas, in the engines
Fuck a foot in the door, we off the hinges

When my, is broken, glass is broken
And class is open, and still left smokin

Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is it

What kind of little box you thinkin again

a blank, you saw a tank
But didn't see my soldiers on the flank up another rank
The Hip-Hop Hall of went up in flames
they, mention my name it's tension in they brains
An extension of the game and, I stake claim
And break these chains and this for the last train

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

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

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