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Look the rhyme
Rum to the

But at times I come in
Blaow, put the heater to your head
Now your
Wyclef don't give a *beep* if dead
Raaaaah,
Let me attack just like the cat
You in the neighborhood, check the map
Hooo, got to go for backup
To do you gotta do
So you'll be with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo
Put the poison in tea
And kill the toad, But be back with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, bamboo
hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what
Competition, for the rap man
Losers check tooters
While I'm suckin' on girls hooters
play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to
the multi-talented
Average heads handle it
bring it to you live
Only if you it
Me and my guitar go back the days of the R MC's
check out my melody]
The W-Y-C-L-E-F,
any contest
I'm
Still it real, if you will and manifest
Through skills, not by how many shells you peel

I'm a bring the ruckus
Play the
rednecks make me no bother
Time after time, ask Cyndi
Boss, you want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's proposal
Uphold two-fold, the crew is
Like utensil, idental
I autograph my lyrics with a 2 pencil

I'm the L, you pull it
to the head
With the speed of a
Cuttin' off at the meeky-freeky gullet
Lyrical sedative, keep medative
Head rushers I give to creative kids and
of euphoria

To galaxy

Be microphone, but get lifted
I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach (it)
Henders,
Pleasure
So frequently nerve endings belong to me
Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the full capacity of my
niggas choke
From the fumes I emote
Or shit
See I feel the mahogany L
Natural
Turning to men again
With dreams
blues, yellows and greens
From to Queens

I creep a theif, no doubt the man's swift
I'm more than Lee Van Cleef
You stand and got the nerve to let your man riff
[We where to run]
And start flakin' dandruff
son my steelo's tight
Cause by far I'm the producer on the mic
Born to write, analytical
With precision and leave incisions