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Tommy my motherfuckin' boy
When you fake 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' house I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I warn a brother
I'm ruthless my clan have to act wild
That is jive, an old sleeping bag profile
The soft comedian rap ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it from a tough city
Niggas be game, that they lyrical surgeons
know they microphone's a virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic you hurt a bee
That's like to Venus driving a mercury
The of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang
unpredictable talent and natural game
I death row an mc mic cables
The is that I rush associated labels
From 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 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 in a sorority
So look out for A&M, the Abbot and the
Breaking down your
As I MC's out with a blow that'll numb the
Appendix, I'm holding 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 who's the bad boy character, not Arista
But firing weapons on Geffen
So duck as I struck with the soul of
My broadcasting systems is low down
And dirty, like bastard
It's drastic