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Tommy ain't my boy
When you moves on a nigga you employ
We'll all emerge off set, now you know God damn
I living large niggas how to flip a def jam
And rough up the motherfuckin' cause I smother
You chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a brother
I'm ruthless my clan have to act wild
shit is jive, an old sleeping bag profile
The soft comedian rap shit the rough witty
On the to reel it wasn't from a tough city
Niggas be game, thinking they lyrical surgeons
They know they microphone's a
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't a bee
like going to Venus driving a mercury
The capitol of this rugged is Wu-Tang
unpredictable talent and natural game
I row an mc with mic cables
The is that I rush associated labels
From west to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I it phat though, yo
I'm hitting batters up the wild pitch style
I show 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 I'm first priority
I bone the secret out a in a sorority
So out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master
Breaking your pendulum
As I MC's out with a blow that'll numb the
Appendix, I'm more more weight than Colombia
Interscope, we RCA, clan
That's coming 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 central broadcasting is low down
And dirty, like bastard
getting drastic