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I got it started to my
I got it started to my face,
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no
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? please
push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it
Your song will last as 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 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 and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my is gonna reach ya
A new where the student kills the teacher
Any words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my and pray

You got knowledge yourself
So you know what that mean, a'ight?
Who you up to do the record in the first 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 room table
When you 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 Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's
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 your

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do this?
Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley
What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
Tell your ghost writers, "Go write 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 out Wyclef Jean
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 ring like Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is hard as
So hard at night Jezebel
I the teller, Himmemel
How you think he wrote the
the bells!

Yo,
I know you got styles, but get 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 of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing well that bad men don't wear g-strings
Another side of Clef, the face you won't oppressed
I even got the worshippers sayin', "God bless"
You struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And when say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, the revelation
buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy for eleven billion
I come to and get pimped 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 his death
The next time, you wanna dis me for
Get off my dick, go and lick your lips, bitch!

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in peace!

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

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

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