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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 Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga
I'ma push you further back than your hairline
New York City, get it confused
Your song last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson
You write about being a veteran, but not a
Back from the war with thirty-two of honor
You claimin' underground but been to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old at
Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode the student kills the teacher
Any last words before I send you to dream?
my hands and pray

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

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Yo, my question

What's question?

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

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

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

Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn
Your marriage is a cover up, you use Vaseline
Fun of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men wear g-strings
Another side of Clef, the you won't seein' oppressed
I even got the Devil sayin', "God bless"
You struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you them Benny Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, check the
buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the
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 his death
The time, you wanna dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick lips, bitch!

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in peace!

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

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

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