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

I specify in my page from the heart
I dig down deep my psyche
excites me, the knowledge invites me
When I, throw on my and step 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 thousand volts and make me smile
You name it I can aim it, catch it and tame it, it
Take it and it in beautiful technicolor
Directly from another you could expect no other
To stand by these trues and break rules

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

I'm that hip-hop SPOKESman, I a coke man

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

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

my, dash is broken, glass is broken
And is open, and it's still left smokin

Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is it

What kind of little box you in?Think again

Draw a blank, you saw a
But didn't see my soldiers on the movin up another rank
The Hip-Hop Hall of Fame 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 one's for the last train

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

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

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