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

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

Huh, unlikely any man could out-mic me
Lightning, strike me like 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 tame it, it
Take it and paint it in beautiful
from another place you could expect no other
To stand by these trues and these rules

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

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

A good man, he reached for the mic and broke his hand
not my problem, it's not my fault
It's not my concern, I give 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, black widdle, fat little
To take for your enjoyment, to get
I sell it I spill it out, and tell it so angelic

My rap gat makes your 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 class is open, and it's still smokin

Okay Mr. to Ten, is it sickenin?

What of little 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 Hip-Hop Hall of Fame up in flames
When they, mention my it's tension in they brains
An extension of the game and, I this claim
And break these chains and this for the last train

I'm the jack of all trades, of one
And the thing I mastered is 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 seperate the shit from 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, 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 heard
But up to YOU to rip.. {*vocals fade out*