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Look the rhyme
Rum to the

But at I come in triple
Blaow, blaow put the to your head
Now your
Wyclef don't give a *beep* if you're
Raaaaah,
Let me attack just the black cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, 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 mafo
Put the in your tea
And kill the toad, But I'll be back the centipede
I'm on some new technique, bamboo
hoo a hoo, I'm taking all crews what
Competition, for the rap man
Losers your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls
Don't play macho, you got the gun
if you got to reload
Wyclef the
Average can't handle it
I'll bring it to you
Only if you it
Me and my go back like the days of the R MC's
[C'mon check out my
The W-Y-C-L-E-F,
any contest
I'm
keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many shells you

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

I'm the L, Won't you it
Straight to the
With the of a bullet
Cuttin' off at the meeky-freeky gullet
sedative, keep niggas medative
Head rushers I give to kids and fiends
of euphoria

To galaxy

Be this microphone, but get
I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach (it)
Henders,
sender
So frequently your endings belong to me
Wrongfully you put me not receiving the full capacity of my smoke
Wack niggas
the fumes that I emote
Or shit
See even I the mahogany L
Natural
Turning boys to men
With dreams
Release blues, and greens
From to Queens

I creep like a theif, no doubt the swift
I'm more magnificent than Lee Van
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let man riff
[We know to run]
And flakin' like dandruff
C'mon son my steelo's
Cause by far I'm the best on the mic
Born to write, analytical
With precision and leave incisions