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Tommy my motherfuckin' boy
you fake moves on a nigga you employ
We'll all off your 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 chillin' motherfuckers, I still a brother
I'm ruthless my don't have to act wild
That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag
The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tough
Niggas be game, that they lyrical surgeons
They know they a virgin
And if you boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's going to Venus driving a mercury
The of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang
Witty unpredictable talent and game
I row an mc with mic cables
The epic is that I associated labels
east west 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 show an Uptown MC a
Who thought he saw me on 4th &
But I was out on the island, MC's all day
My priority is that I'm first
I bone the secret out a bitch in a
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
Index Interscope, we RCA,
That's coming a plan to free a
Slave of a death MC don't panic
Throw that A&R nigga off the boat in the
Now who's the bad boy character, not from
But weapons released on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the of Motown
My central broadcasting systems is low
And dirty, that bastard
It's getting