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Look into the
Rum to the

But at I come in triple
Blaow, blaow put the heater to 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
Traitor in your is mafo heat
Put the poison in tea
And the toad, But I'll be back with the centipede
I'm on some new technique, bamboo
Awoo hoo a hoo, I'm all crews what
Competition, for the rap man
Losers your tooters
While I'm suckin' on girls hooters
Don't play macho, you got the gun
Cause if you got to
Wyclef the
Average heads can't it
I'll bring it to you
Only if you it
Me and my guitar go like the days of the R MC's
[C'mon out my melody]
The W-Y-C-L-E-F,
Through any
I'm
Still keep it real, if you will and
your skills, not by how many shells you peel

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

I'm the L, Won't you it
Straight to the
the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' jokers off at the gullet
sedative, keep niggas medative
Head rushers I to creative kids and fiends
of euphoria

To another

Be this microphone, but get
Lyrically I'm
on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders,
sender
So frequently your nerve endings to me
Wrongfully you put me down not receiving the capacity of my smoke
Wack niggas
From the fumes I emote
Or emit
See even I feel the L
Natural
Turning boys to men
With estrogen
Release blues, and greens
From to Queens

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