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Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Am I a man?)
Yo
(Am I a fool?)
Am I a fool,
Yo, nigga this, that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
You are now in tuned to the
The innovations in a of lax
My clack tongie attack tracks
Rihanna spreads gonorrhea
Chris Brown the blacks on her peeper
me freedom of speech to speak either
That'll send these MC's to Aaliyah
my flow, fever my soul seeker
Little more they and Wayne in my speaker
My brain's in bleechers, thinkin with the
Reks defeats his stretch like Kim's features
Or Superhead's cheek, for the rappers that are
All these rappers over beats, scary as jeepers
Jesus piece took 'cause you look
But shook his knees like Yung Berg or Bow Wow
Nigga this, nigga
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth, when in the booth
Freedom is met and necessary for you
Bewary when R. Kelly in the
He on the chil'ren, peein' on the chil'ren
Nigga this, that
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts, the black Aristotle
With bottles of in the backpack
I follow the of the stairs to the stage
Had it up to here with the
Where kids turn to men in days
These fuckin' hipsters spits are
And tight pants for or gays
Mama, I when your son spit rage
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be free like 106 chicks Jay
Make you gargle grenades, covered in semen Aids
Cover razor in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, but your, writin fugaze
My mic shall ignite a
Simon say, yourself in the face
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga nigga that, check, yo!
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap 'round these rap cats
Someone tell dudes to rap
Over statik seleck beats, I'm too to be dumb to fact
I come from the tracks where slumber and slackin'
Reks suggest you shut motherfuckin' trap
you don't rap you advertisin'
Clothin' lines and since is that dope rhymin'
You screamin' no homo, but so homo
Such a no, no, swallow the fo' fo'
Someone tell West to keep his clothes on
And if Wayne E.T.ish tell him phone home
this, nigga that
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
With slave mind state fact
Their crime rates police policin' Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang where you chase dreams
It's where you get chased by badge and the high
My dreams to and find fiends
in three piece suits, addicts livin' they life clean
But I mean, this ain't happen, be happy it seems
We free dumb, um, I
Not to disrespect teens who black cream
But black cream bloody from the of black teens
Like Emmitt we get it we sing, we sing, we sing
Am I a good Am I a fool?
Am I a good man? Am I a