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I got it to my face
I got it to my face, right?
you thought
There wasn't be no retaliation?

Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be
You call my four times on a record?
Hey, hey

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," Nigga please
push you further back than your hairline recedes
New City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as part in "Krush Groove"

moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson
You write about a veteran but not a legend
Back from the war with thirty-two medals of
You claimin' but never been to Bobbito the Barber

Gimme them 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 episode where the student kills the

Any last words before I you to your dream?
Hold my and pray

You don't got knowledge
So you know what that mean, aight?
Who supped you up to do the
In the place?

It taste, you get "The Gas Face"
Like 3rd
L.L. for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls

Under the room table
When you this record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard for this life is
This ain't bulls-eye, I your target practice

So call Mr. Martin, I rarely often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's
from Miami where your record got no heat
That's why Def Jam interns call it, "Battle of the Beats"
You're weak

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Yo, my question
What's your

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

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Guess Uh, oh, uh, oh
we go, oh, uh, oh
Every two records you do
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme

Of course you rap last, so you can off your skirt
I guess, it didn't on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out done by the young gun
Your last weapon is to out Wyclef Jean

Not knowing that you callin' for your 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 as hell?

So hard at he's Jezebel
I the teller, Himmemel
How you think he the song?
Rock the

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 bad men don't wear G-strings

Another side of Clef, the face you won't oppressed
I even got the worshipers 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
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty
MCA buy for eleven billion
I come to and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians

And even, get you an ad in, "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper selling products for hair
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 somewhere and lick your lips,
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What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
Clef?
I'm not a muscle man
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with

what you ask for 'cause you just might get it
Yo, is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef
I just tell you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why you just give up?

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