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