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Tommy ain't my boy
you fake moves on a nigga you employ
We'll all off your set, now you know God damn
I show living niggas how to flip a def jam
And rough up the house cause I smother
You chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother
I'm ruthless my clan don't to act wild
That shit is jive, an old bag profile
The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough
On the reel to reel it wasn't a tough city
Niggas be game, thinking that they surgeons
They know they microphone's a
And if you ain't a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's like going to Venus driving a
The of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang
Witty talent and natural game
I row an mc with mic cables
The epic is that I rush labels
From east to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I it phat though, yo
I'm hitting batters up with the pitch style
I show 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 bitch in a
So look out for A&M, the Abbot and the
Breaking down your
As I fiend MC's out with a that'll numb the
Appendix, I'm holding more more weight than
Interscope, we RCA, clan
That's coming with a plan to a
Slave of a death MC don't panic
Throw that A&R nigga off the in the Atlantic
Now who's the bad boy character, not Arista
But firing weapons on Geffen
So as I struck with the soul of Motown
My central broadcasting systems is low
And dirty, that bastard
It's getting