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

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

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

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Yo, this my

What's your

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

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

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

Yo, get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage is a 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 seein'
I got the Devil worshippers sayin', "God bless"
You star struck, and I'ma buck you like
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny
Wyclef, son, check the revelation
buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven
I come to 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 the Ripper was only to meet his death
The next time, you dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go and lick your 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 man impostor
Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
Watch what you ask for, 'cause you might get it

Yo, is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef
I just wanna tell you L.L., record is wack
L.L., why don't you just up?

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