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I got it started to my
I got it started to my face,
What you thought, there 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 the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you back than your hairline recedes
New York City, get it confused
song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets, the
You write about being a veteran, but not a
Back from the war with thirty-two of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to the Barber
Gimme them back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is reach ya
A new where the student kills the teacher
Any words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and

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

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Yo, this my

What's question?

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

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Guess who? Uh-oh,
Here we go-o,
Every two records you do
You get the MCs, how? To rhyme first
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
Your weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you callin' for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, like you
say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let bells ring Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is as hell?
So hard at night Jezebel
I heard the teller,
How you think he the song?
the bells!

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

Yo, don't get me angry, the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun love of hip-hop, these lyrics got you
Knowing well that bad men don't wear g-strings
Another of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed
I even got the worshippers sayin', "God bless"
You star struck, and I'ma buck you Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, check the
buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for billion
I come to Sony and get by the Haitian-Sicilians
And even, get you an ad in "The Source"
be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W-Y-C-L-E-F,
The return of Jack the Ripper was only to meet his
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?
What's
I'm not a man impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it

Yo, this is Naomi Campbell with Wyclef
I just tell you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why you just give up?

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