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Listen, you get when you hear The Large Professor on your girl's cassette, Expect nothin' soft, 'cause I'll never throw weaker blows I'll you in your ass and your breath'll smell like sneaker soles
Now how's for a fixin'? You'd rather go to Roy's, 'cause I ain't kickin' science fiction I kick a size nine or boot Chop chumps to stumps, and remain mi-nute
The Sheik, I get deep, and always leave with the wet Because of my technique, I'm the one you let I collect crops and props spinach I'm vintage, your single up to a ten inch
My soul brother Van and Pete Rock Keep the funk until the last beat stops The soul man, can't have you leavin' on a Probably, have you leavin' in leather, I catch a
From slum rappers but to be frank I don't give a fuck, I got in the bank in the bank, yeah Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and
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This is the stage of When sittin' by your radio, screamin', Freddie Fox goes next beholdin' the words of a master Find mental disaster, as I kick it
Whoever opposes me and what I Might find their bein' replaced by steel 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 load it a long four-fifth Huh, and dare you to riff or even As I you to your knees, have you curled up In a corner like a dog with hoof in mouth
Spittin' razor blades, cuttin' veins you can't I got you screamin' like a I your microphone, you can't get it back your rap was wack
I'm fifty strong in an armored tank And takin' to the bank in the bank, yeah Rocked and rolled but you rolled and rocked
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G. Rap for your first selection, get up on it To my opponents, let me just demonstrate for a gettin' hooked, to my book, just like an addiction Stop your you drop, the science fiction
Let's get you can't get with it I'm too and scientific, forget it Don't even try to limp it, you're not to make hits You still got a permit
that shit, you better sit Here's a of a third degree burn, so listen and learn You're missin' a turn, so you better get, My challenger, check the
I'm as as a .45 caliber, Colt With a silencer, wettin' up, I be settin' up Button up, while I'm up, never lettin' up I don't link up, with suckers raps that shrank sonny, I'm takin money to the bank
Money in the bank, and rolled but then you rolled and rocked Money in the bank, Rocked and rolled but then you and rocked in the bank, yeah Rocked and rolled but then you rolled and
One in the chamber, in the clip Pull out a razor, your rhyme book rip It's ant Live, liver and get liver G. Rap, and we're the sole survivors
MC's wanna try me, but can't escape, my Too much, caught in the ropes, like dutch You wanna run up, you run up light 'Cause like a shippin' out pussy tonight
me I ain't goin' out like a brick parachute Or a fruit, or a guy that wears Cologne, I'm violent prone, so leave me I'm to set fire to the microphone
And leave the mic so hot you need for this Due to burnt wires cordless Yo Ant make suckers walk off the plank Not now, I'm takin to the bank
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