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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 living large how to flip a def jam
And rough up the motherfuckin' cause I smother
You chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother
I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act
That shit is jive, an old bag profile
The soft comedian rap shit ain't the witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't a tough city
Niggas be game, thinking that lyrical surgeons
They know they microphone's a
And if you ain't boned a mic you hurt a bee
That's going to Venus driving a mercury
The capitol of this slang is Wu-Tang
Witty unpredictable and natural game
I row an mc with mic cables
The is that I rush associated labels
From 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 MC a style
Who thought he saw me on 4th &
But I was out on the island, bombing all day
My priority is 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 your
As I fiend MC's out with a that'll numb the
Appendix, I'm holding more more weight Colombia
Interscope, we RCA, clan
That's coming a plan to free a
Slave of a mental MC don't panic
Throw that A&R off the boat in the Atlantic
Now who's the bad boy character, not Arista
But weapons released on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the of Motown
My central broadcasting is low down
And dirty, like that
It's drastic