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Tommy ain't my boy
When you fake moves on a you employ
all emerge off your set, now you know God damn
I living large niggas how to flip a def jam
And rough up the house cause I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a
I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act
That shit is jive, an old bag profile
The soft comedian rap shit the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't a tough city
be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know they microphone's a
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 talent and natural game
I death row an mc mic cables
The epic is that I rush associated
From east west to atco, I bring it to a plateau
But I keep it though, yo
I'm batters up with 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, bombing all day
My priority is that I'm priority
I bone the secret out a bitch in a
So look out for A&M, the and the Master
Breaking your pendulum
As I fiend MC's out a blow that'll numb the
Appendix, I'm more more weight than Colombia
Index Interscope, we RCA,
That's with a plan to free a
Slave of a mental death MC panic
Throw that A&R nigga off the 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 bastard
It's drastic