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Well, to school ya it's the hooligan
I'm in the mood again so watch me do
I'm out to do rappers just like Popeye did Brutus
The super dooper trooper, oops, I'm no
So watch me get loose and run, shit, Bill Skinner

I formulate my raps, perhaps you kick it
There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest I wreck it
See I'm nicer than the rest, I I gots ta prove it
Ya cruisin' for a bruisin' if ya it when I use it

See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin' ta it
I got mad skills like loose in my pocket
I it from the East, at least I'm gettin' mine in
Some niggas gettin' jealous 'cos of the way I be rhymin'

Ooh, hello there, how the are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin'
It's nuttin' when I'm throwin' somethin' rougher than menstruation
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin', for the lords

I tails that tips scales on the ricter
I wit' more drive than the Harlem River
Oh what the hell, I smoked a a el then [Incomprehensible]
Pick up my then spark the clip and get puffin' see

It's back to basics if you're then niggas hate we
Got the knack to freak a track like I was in some nations
Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope, I'm madder than the Mad
And Dabber Dope and you can quote

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Well once again it's the
I the back and ya, fuckin', face it
Terrorisin' as if my name was Jason
I crash 'n' 'em, monster mash 'em 'til they suckle
I'm to switch up and kick ass like Dr. Jekyll

I bring it the guts, my DJ got the cuts
The shit that I bringin' got'cha swingin' on my
I'm not the typical, guy that be a miracle
Drop the type of shit make ya flip and get'cha swivacle

I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the
My they never collapse 'cos on the tracks, see I be bustin' like
Fireworks, I fire jerks scullin' I step
I'm back hibernation and I'm ween to keep a rep

Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer a cockpit
Hah I rocks and knock niggas out the blocks wit'
Uncontrollable lyrical motions my larynx
I'm slick, watch your tip my clique might slam ya next

Like booya, no ya not true, mean illusion
Kickin' a styles '96, taking backs to the future
Plus I'm cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the
I'm aimin' for the just like this was a game of scelli

Plus I'm sinkin' ships, doin' whatever makes the blow
My crew is givin' nothin', stuffin' without the showtime
When I groove up put dukes up or catch a oops-up
Sad ya heart 'cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy

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Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes
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