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Tommy ain't my boy
When you moves on a nigga you employ
We'll all off your set, now you know God damn
I show large niggas how to flip a def jam
And rough up the motherfuckin' cause I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I 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 from a tough
be game, thinking that they 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 Venus driving a
The capitol of rugged slang is Wu-Tang
unpredictable talent and natural game
I death row an mc with mic
The epic is that I rush associated
From east to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I it phat though, yo
I'm hitting batters up 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 look out for A&M, the Abbot and the
down your pendulum
As I fiend MC's out a blow that'll numb the
Appendix, I'm holding more more weight than
Index Interscope, we RCA,
coming with a plan to free a
Slave of a death MC don't panic
Throw that A&R off the boat in the Atlantic
Now who's the bad boy character, not Arista
But firing released on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the of Motown
My central broadcasting systems is low
And dirty, like bastard
It's drastic