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Look the rhyme
Rum to the

But at I come in triple
Blaow, blaow put the to your head
Now dead
Wyclef give a *beep* if you're dead
Raaaaah,
Let me attack like the black cat
You in the neighborhood, check the map
Hooo, you've got to go for
To do what you do
So you'll be with France CU
Traitor in your crew is heat
Put the poison in tea
And kill the toad, But I'll be with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, drunken
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews
Competition, for the rap man
check your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls
play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to
Wyclef the
heads can't handle it
I'll bring it to you
Only if you it
Me and my guitar go back the days of the R MC's
[C'mon out my melody]
The W-Y-C-L-E-F,
Through any
I'm
keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how shells you peel

I'm a down the ruckus
the nutcracker
Rough-neck rednecks me no bother
Time time, ask Cyndi Lauper
Boss, you don't want to with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your
Uphold two-fold, the is disposal
utensil, false idental
I autograph my lyrics a number 2 pencil

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

To galaxy

Be this microphone, but get
Lyrically I'm
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
Wack choke
From the fumes that I
Or emit
See even I feel the L
hallucinogen
Turning to men again
With estrogen
Release blues, yellows and
From to Queens

I like a theif, no doubt the man's swift
I'm more magnificent than Lee Van
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man
[We know where to
And start flakin' dandruff
C'mon son my tight
Cause by far I'm the producer on the mic
to write, analytical conceptions
With precision and lyrical incisions