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Tommy ain't my boy
you fake moves on a nigga you employ
We'll all emerge off set, now you know God damn
I show living large how to flip a def jam
And rough up the motherfuckin' house I smother
You cold motherfuckers, I still warn a brother
I'm my clan don't have to act wild
That is jive, an old sleeping bag profile
The soft rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't a tough city
be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know microphone's a virgin
And if you ain't a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's like going to Venus driving a
The capitol of this rugged slang is
Witty unpredictable talent and natural
I death row an mc with mic
The epic is I rush associated labels
From east to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I it phat though, yo
I'm batters up with the wild pitch style
I even an Uptown MC a style
Who he saw me on 4th & Broadway
But I was out on the island, MC's all day
My priority is that I'm first
I bone the secret out a in a sorority
So out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master
Breaking down your
As I fiend MC's out with a blow numb the
Appendix, I'm holding more weight than Colombia
Interscope, we RCA, clan
That's coming with a to free a
Slave of a death MC don't panic
that A&R nigga off the boat in the Atlantic
Now the bad boy character, not from Arista
But firing released on Geffen
So duck as I with the soul of Motown
My central broadcasting is low down
And dirty, like bastard
It's drastic