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

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

Huh, it's unlikely any man out-mic me
Lightning, strike me like it did when I was a child
Hit me with a hundred thousand and make me smile
You it I can aim it, catch it and tame 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 this news

I'm that hip-hop SPOKESman, I ain't a man

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

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

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

Okay Mr. to Ten, is it sickenin?

What kind of little box you in?Think again

a blank, you saw a tank
But see my soldiers on the flank movin up another rank
The Hip-Hop Hall of went up in flames
When they, mention my it's tension in they brains
An extension of the and, I stake this claim
And break these chains and this one's for the last

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

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

And once inside spread yourself around
the bottom to the top, top, to the bottom
I'm, gonna rock 'em, while, I got 'em
I rock this hour style and power
And this, is yo' MC
I know if, all of you have heard
But it's up to YOU to rip.. fade out*