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I got it to my face
I got it to my face, right?
you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You be kiddin'!
You call my name four on a record?
Heh, heh!

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," Nigga please
I'ma you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it
Your song last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets, the
You write being a veteran, but not a legend
Back from the war thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them medals back, you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old at
Like Channel karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where the kills the teacher
Any last before I send you to your dream?
Hold my and pray

You don't got yourself
So you don't know what that mean,
Who suped you up to do the in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face" 3rd Bass
L.L. stands for Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the room table
When you hear record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard, for this life is
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't target practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill
But in this sound clash, I got a coffin
Back from Miami where record got no heat
That's why your Def Jam interns it "Battle of the Beats"
weak nigga!

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Yo, my question

What's question?

What's Clef got to do this, got to do with this?
Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley
What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
Tell your writers, "Go write something better"

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Guess who? Uh-oh,
we go-o, uh-oh
Every two you do scenario
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your
I guess it work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by the young gun
last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not that you callin' fire for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' you
say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let bells ring like Sunday
L.L. J is hard as hell?
So hard at night he's
I the teller, Himmemel
How you think he the song?
the bells!

Yo,
I know you got styles, but get back to the kid
is real!

Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll green
marriage is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men wear g-strings
Another side of Clef, the face you won't oppressed
I even got the Devil sayin', "God bless"
You struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, check the
buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for billion
I to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
And even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the rapper selling products for hair loss
The W-Y-C-L-E-F,
The return of Jack the was only to meet his death
The next time, you wanna dis me for
Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick lips, bitch!

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in peace!

What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
Clef?
I'm not a man impostor
Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
Watch you ask for, 'cause you just might get it

Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' Wyclef
I just wanna tell you L.L., your is wack
L.L., why you just give up?

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