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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 down deep my psyche
Information me, the knowledge invites me
I, throw on my Nike's and step to it nicely

Huh, it's unlikely any man out-mic me
Lightning, please me like it did when I was a child
Hit me with a hundred volts and make me smile
You name it I can aim it, catch it and it, explain it
it and paint it in beautiful technicolor
Directly from another place you expect no other
To by these trues and break these 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 reached for the mic and broke his
not my problem, it's not my fault
It's not my concern, I don't give a 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 pill
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 up your hat
It's firin the gas, in the engines
Fuck a foot in the door, we off the hinges

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

Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is it

What kind of little box you thinkin in?Think

a blank, you saw a tank
But see my soldiers on the flank movin up another rank
The Hip-Hop of Fame went up in flames
When they, mention my name it's tension in brains
An of the game and, I stake this claim
And these chains and this one's 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 like kempo, I'm trained in the arts

We got one verse to rock this beat
And seperate the good 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 with style and power
And this, is yo' MC
I don't know if, all of you heard
But up to YOU to rip.. {*vocals fade out*