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Tommy ain't my boy
you fake moves on a nigga you employ
We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God
I show living large niggas how to a def jam
And rough up the house cause I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still a brother
I'm my clan don't have to act wild
That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag
The soft rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to it wasn't from a tough city
Niggas be game, thinking that they lyrical
They know microphone's a virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't a bee
That's like going to Venus a mercury
The capitol of rugged slang is Wu-Tang
Witty unpredictable talent and game
I death row an mc mic cables
The epic is I rush associated labels
From east west to atco, I bring it to a plateau
But I keep it though, yo
I'm hitting batters up with the wild pitch
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 I'm first priority
I bone the secret out a bitch in a
So out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master
Breaking down your
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll the
Appendix, I'm holding more more weight than
Index Interscope, we RCA,
That's coming a plan to free a
Slave of a death MC don't panic
Throw A&R nigga 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 broadcasting is low down
And dirty, that bastard
getting drastic