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

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," Nigga please
I'ma push you further than your hairline recedes
New York City, get it confused
Your song will last as 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 underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme medals back, since you forgot how to rap
DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna ya
A new episode where the student kills the
Any last words I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and

You don't got yourself
So you don't what that mean, a'ight?
Who you up to do the record in the first place?
It taste, you get "The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
L.L. for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they
Under the conference room
When you hear this record, you bound to go
I worked too hard, for this life is
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely often
But in this sound clash, I got a coffin
Back from Miami your 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

your 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 this?
your ghost 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 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 last weapon, is to call out Wyclef
Not knowing that you callin' fire for cremation
and cool, sumpthin' like 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 he's Jezebel
I heard the teller,
How you he wrote 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, 'cause you use
Fun love of hip-hop, these got you steamed
Knowing damn well bad men don't wear g-strings
Another side of Clef, the face you seein' oppressed
I even got the Devil sayin', "God bless"
You star struck, and buck you like Carlito
And they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco
Wyclef, son, check the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for million
MCA buy for eleven 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 of Jack the Ripper was only to meet 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 this?
What's
I'm not a man impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
Watch what you ask for, 'cause you might get it

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

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