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I got it to my face
I got it started to my face,
What you
There gonna be no retaliation?

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

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than 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 from the war with thirty-two of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to the Barber

Gimme them medals back, you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old at
Like Channel karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new where the student kills the teacher

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

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

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

Under the conference table
When you hear this record, you bound to go
I worked too hard for life 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 Miami your record got no heat
That's why your Def Jam interns it, "Battle of the Beats"
You're nigga

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Yo, this my
What's question?

What's Clef got to do this, got to do with this?
Clef?
I'm not a Bob impostor
What's got to do with this, got to do with this?
your ghost writers, "Go write 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, To rhyme first

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

Not knowing that you callin' for your cremation
and cool, sumpthin' like you

say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let bells ring Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is as hell?

So at night he's Jezebel
I heard the teller,
How you think he wrote the
Rock the

Yo,
I know you got but get back to the issue kid
This is

Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll green
Your marriage is a cover up 'cause you use
Fun of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn that bad men don't wear G-strings

Another of Clef, the face you won't seein' oppressed
I even got the worshipers sayin', "God bless"
You star and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny

Wyclef, son, check the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for million
MCA buy Polygram for 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 loss
The W Y C L E F,
The of 'Jack the Ripper' was only to meet his death

The next time, you 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 with
What's
I'm not a muscle man
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with

Watch what you ask for 'cause you just get it
Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with
I just wanna tell you L.L., your is wack
L.L., why don't you just up?

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