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Look into the
Rum to the

But at times I come in
Blaow, put the heater to your head
Now your
don't give a *beep* if you're dead
Raaaaah,
Let me just 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 back with CU
in your crew is mafo heat
Put the in your tea
And kill the toad, But I'll be with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, bamboo
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm taking all what
Competition, for the rap man
Losers check your
While I'm suckin' on your girls
play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to
the multi-talented
Average can't handle it
bring it to you live
if you want 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,
Through any
I'm
Still keep it real, if you 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
Time time, ask Cyndi Lauper
Boss, you want to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, your proposal
two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false
I autograph my lyrics with a number 2

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

To galaxy

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

I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's
I'm magnificent than Lee Van Cleef
You stand stiff and got the to let your man riff
[We where to run]
And start flakin' like
C'mon son my steelo's
by far I'm the best producer on the mic
Born to write, analytical
precision and leave lyrical incisions