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

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

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

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Yo, my question

What's question?

What's got to do with 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 writers, "Go write something better"

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who? Uh-oh, uh-oh
Here we go-o,
Every two records you do
You get the best MCs, how? To first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your
I it didn't work 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 fire for your cremation
and cool, sumpthin' like you
say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let bells ring like school
L.L. J is hard as hell?
So at night he's Jezebel
I heard the teller,
How you he wrote the song?
the bells!

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

Yo, get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your is a cover up, 'cause you use Vaseline
Fun of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
damn well that bad men don't wear g-strings
Another side of Clef, the face you won't seein'
I even got the Devil sayin', "God bless"
You star struck, and I'ma buck you Carlito
And they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, check the
Polygram buy Def Jam for million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven
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 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 Clef got to do with this, got to do with
Clef?
I'm not a muscle man
What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it

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

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