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Listen, you get when you hear The Large on your girl's cassette, deck Expect nothin' soft, 'cause I'll never throw weaker blows I'll kick you in your ass and your breath'll smell like soles
Now how's that for a You'd better go to Roy's, 'cause I ain't kickin' science fiction I kick a size nine or boot Chop chumps to stumps, and they mi-nute
The Sheik, I get deep, and always with the wet meat of my technique, I'm the one you let speak I crops and props like spinach I'm vintage, your single up to a ten inch
My soul brother Van Paul and Rock Keep the funk flowin' the last beat stops The soul man, have you leavin' on a stretcher Probably, have you in leather, I catch a body
From slum rappers but to be frank I don't give a fuck, I got money in the Money in the bank, Rocked and rolled but then you and rocked
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This is the stage of When you're sittin' by your radio, screamin', Freddie Fox next Those the words of a master mental disaster, as I kick it faster
Whoever opposes me and I feel Might find their legs bein' replaced by This is a brand new year and the penalty is So there won't be a lot of left
I grab the mic, and I it like a long four-fifth Huh, and dare you to or even sneeze As I blow you to knees, have you curled up In a corner like a dog with in mouth disease
Spittin' blades, cuttin' veins you can't stitch I got you like a bitch I took your microphone, you get it back Because your rap was
I'm comin strong in an armored tank And money to the bank in the bank, yeah Rocked and rolled but then you and rocked
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Kool G. Rap for first selection, get up on it To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a Crooks hooked, to my book, just like an addiction Stop your diction you drop, the fiction
Let's get specific you can't get it I'm too and scientific, forget it Don't try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits You still got a permit
that shit, you better sit Here's a word of a degree burn, so listen and learn You're missin' a turn, so you get, concerned My challenger, check the
I'm as as a .45 caliber, Colt a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be settin' up Button up, I'm cuttin' up, never lettin' up I link up, with suckers with raps that shrank Thanks sonny, I'm takin money to the
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One in the chamber, eight in the Pull out a razor, watch rhyme book rip It's ant Live, and deliveries get liver With G. Rap, and we're the sole
MC's wanna try me, but can't escape, my Too much, in the ropes, like double dutch You run up, you better run up light like a whorehouse shippin' out pussy tonight
Believe me I ain't goin' out like a brick Or a fruit, or a guy wears Brut Cologne, I'm prone, so leave me alone I'm about to set to the microphone
And leave the mic so hot you need potholders for Due to burnt wires cordless Yo Ant Live make suckers off the plank Not now, I'm takin to the bank
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