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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 niggas how to a def jam
And rough up the motherfuckin' cause I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still a brother
I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act
That is jive, an old sleeping bag profile
The comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tough
Niggas be game, thinking that lyrical surgeons
They know they a virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic you hurt a bee
That's like going to Venus a mercury
The capitol of rugged slang is Wu-Tang
Witty unpredictable talent and natural
I death row an mc mic cables
The epic is that I rush labels
east west to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I keep it though, yo
I'm batters up with the wild pitch style
I even an Uptown MC a style
Who thought he saw me on 4th &
But I was out on the island, bombing all day
My priority is that I'm priority
I bone the out a bitch in a sorority
So out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master
Breaking down pendulum
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll the
Appendix, I'm more more weight than Colombia
Index Interscope, we RCA,
That's coming a plan to free a
of a mental death MC don't panic
Throw that A&R off the boat in the Atlantic
Now the bad boy character, not from Arista
But weapons released on Geffen
So duck as I struck the soul of Motown
My central systems is low down
And dirty, like that
It's getting