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

Ha, ha, ha
You be kiddin'
You call my name times on a record?
Hey, hey

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga
I'ma push you further back than your hairline
New York City, get it confused
song will last as long 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 with thirty-two medals of
You claimin' underground but never to Bobbito the Barber

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

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

You don't got yourself
So you don't know what that mean,
Who supped you up to do the
In the first

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

Under the conference table
When you hear this record, you bound to go
I worked too hard for this is serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your practice

So call Mr. Martin, I kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's
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, this my
What's your

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 with
your ghost writers, "Go write something better"

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who? Uh, oh, uh, oh
we go, oh, uh, oh
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 guess, it work on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon is to call out Wyclef

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 like school
L.L. Cool J is hard as

So hard at night he's
I heard the teller,
How you he wrote the song?
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 love of hip-hop, lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn well that bad men don't G-strings

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

Wyclef, preacher's son, check the
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"
You'll be the rapper selling products for hair loss
The W Y C L E F,
The return of 'Jack the Ripper' was only to meet his

The time, you wanna dis me for kicks
Get off my dick, go and lick your 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 man impostor
Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?

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 you just give up?

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