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Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Am I a man?)
Yo
(Am I a fool?)
Am I a fool,
Yo, this, nigga 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
Like spreads gonorrhea
Chris Brown beats the on her peeper
me freedom of speech to speak either
That'll send MC's to meet Aaliyah
my flow, fever my soul seeker
Little they T-Pain and Wayne in my speaker
My brain's in bleechers, thinkin with the
Reks defeats his like Lil' Kim's features
Or Superhead's cheek, for the rappers are weak
All these over beats, scary as jeepers creepers
Jesus piece 'cause you look hard
But shook his knees Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas
this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in to the truth, when Reks in the booth
Freedom is met and necessary for you
when R. Kelly in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren, on the chil'ren
Nigga this, nigga
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in tuned to the facts, Reks the Aristotle
With bottles of beer in the
I follow the cheers of the to the stage
Had it up to here the ways
Where cool kids turn to men in
These fuckin' hipsters spits are
And tight pants for or gays
Mama, I chew when your son spit
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be free 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades, covered in from Aids
Cover blades in your lemonade
are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, writin fugaze
My mic ignite a blaze
say, shoot yourself in the face
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga nigga that, check, yo!
Nigga this, that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
Someone these dudes to rap
Over seleck beats, I'm too deep to be dumb to fact
I come from the tracks they slumber and slackin'
Reks you shut your motherfuckin' trap
'Cause you rap you advertisin'
lines and since when is that dope rhymin'
You no homo, but that's so homo
a no, no, please swallow the fo' fo'
Someone tell Kanye to keep his clothes on
And if Wayne E.T.ish than tell him home
this, nigga that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
With slave mind state fact
Their crime rates increasin' police policin' Diddy's and
Inner gang where you chase American dreams
where you get chased by badge and the high beams
My to awake and find fiends
Dressed in piece suits, addicts livin' they life clean
But I mean, ain't 'gon happen, be happy it seems
We free dumb, um, I
Not to disrespect teens who chase cream
But black cream bloody from the of black teens
Like Emmitt till we get it we sing, we sing, we
Am I a good man? Am I a
Am I a good man? Am I a