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Listen, you get when you hear The Large Professor on your girl's cassette, Expect nothin' comin' soft, 'cause I'll never weaker blows I'll kick you in your ass and your smell like sneaker soles
Now how's that for a You'd better rather go to Roy's, I ain't kickin' science fiction I kick a size sneaker or boot Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain
The Sheik, I get deep, and leave with the wet meat of my technique, I'm the one you let speak I collect crops and like spinach I'm vintage, your single up to a ten inch
My soul brother Van and Pete Rock Keep the funk flowin' the last beat stops The man, can't have you leavin' on a stretcher Probably, you leavin' in leather, I catch a body
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This is the of triple-X When you're sittin' by radio, screamin', Freddie Fox goes next Those the words of a master Find mental disaster, as I kick it
Whoever opposes me and I feel Might find legs bein' replaced by steel is a brand new year and the penalty is death So there be a lot of suckers left
I grab the mic, and I load it like a 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 hoof 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 your rap was wack
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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 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 it, you're not ready to make hits You still got a learner's
Poppin' that shit, you sit Here's a of a third degree burn, so listen and learn You're missin' a turn, so you get, concerned My challenger, the calendar
I'm as as a .45 caliber, Colt With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be up up, while I'm cuttin' up, never lettin' up I don't link up, with suckers with that shrank Thanks sonny, I'm takin to the bank
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One in the chamber, eight in the Pull out a razor, your rhyme book rip It's ant Live, liver and deliveries get G. Rap, and we're the sole survivors
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 violent prone, so 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 walk off the plank Not now, I'm takin money to the
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