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Tommy ain't my boy
When you 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 motherfuckin' cause I smother
You cold 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 the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a city
Niggas be game, that they lyrical surgeons
They know microphone's a virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't a bee
That's like going to driving a mercury
The capitol of rugged slang is Wu-Tang
Witty unpredictable talent and natural
I row an mc with mic cables
The epic is I rush associated labels
From west to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I it phat 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, 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 pendulum
As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll the
Appendix, I'm holding more more than Colombia
Index Interscope, we RCA,
coming with a plan to free a
Slave of a mental MC don't panic
Throw that A&R nigga off the boat in the
Now who's the bad boy character, not from
But firing released on Geffen
So duck as I struck the soul of Motown
My central broadcasting is low down
And dirty, that bastard
It's drastic