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Look the rhyme
Rum to the

But at times I come in
Blaow, blaow put the to your head
Now your
Wyclef don't a *beep* if you're dead
Raaaaah,
Let me just like the black cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, the map
Hooo, got to go for backup
To do what you do
So you'll be with France CU
Traitor in your crew is 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 taking all what
Competition, for the rap man
Losers check your
While I'm suckin' on girls hooters
Don't play macho, you got the gun
if you got to reload
Wyclef the
Average heads handle it
I'll it to you live
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,
any contest
I'm
Still keep it real, if you will and
Through your skills, not by how many you peel

I'm a bring the ruckus
the nutcracker
Rough-neck rednecks make me no
Time after time, ask Cyndi
Boss, you don't to fuckk with my partners
Motion, commotion, what's your
two-fold, the crew is disposal
Like utensil, false
I autograph my lyrics with a 2 pencil

I'm the L, you pull it
Straight to the
the speed of a bullet
Cuttin' off at the meeky-freeky gullet
sedative, keep niggas medative
Head rushers I give to creative and fiends
Dreams of

To another

Be this microphone, but get
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 capacity of my smoke
Wack niggas
From the fumes I emote
Or shit
See even I feel the L
Natural
Turning to men again
estrogen dreams
Release blues, yellows and
From to Queens

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