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RZA came and got me, what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so time to eat
Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats, bomb inside the palm
Doc rock a wife beater me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front, my built like the Klumps
To carry it I the spare out the trunk
I stay hungry, I worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the raise

Blast, don't
Do I gotta how I tame and lock
The rap game single-handed? nah
I won't you son, if I find a wack ID, I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick,
My lecture's Hannibal Lector's
Where's the ketchup? speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole yellow like mustard packs

Ah woo, Doc in my own
You say you got the rap sewn
But it's wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. truck
Then a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya fucks
ya fuckin' money

Uhuh, it
I'm than a hundred degrees with my coat on
with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and
By actions try MC's to get their roll on
issue, got issues

What is hip-hop to hot
It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues,
at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya ear hole like "Fuck you heard"
Now, that's what I call hardcore, act fool
Mr. Fix-It Handyman I pack tool
I been shitty, I'm the veils of the city
And just my outfit match don't make me pretty

Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to
In a room of crackers I might cut the cheese
no rules to the game
If it is we ain't
In business like EPMD, "So whatcha sayin'?"
You co-designin' that yo man tryin'
chaka cha-ta tatat
Slugs

Yo, ya
Check, the code echoes magazines to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines like ya scream, kids fiend
From the to sub-urban
Roll upon me like "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"
We roll than dice in a casino
Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 double 0
Behind the windows I lie low
On some hydro tryin' to slide the 5-0

But now, get similar to Ol' Dirty
On third time just hit with over 30
No worries, style have 'em so
degree heats are quittin' on me
Cold turkey, no
I the pain of a hundred migraines
But a thousand my name that's why I came
But bring the cash burst, then the outburst
My surround sound pound ya ear like Kearse

I flex muscle outside I find a next
with ya here and face the tec-muscle
Even the buckle win, I take it to the extreme
It gets ugly, but it's what a do to get cream
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