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Brothers wanna know, goin' on about the 4-1-1
On the group, and so on and so
So you talk for, you know what I came for
A motherfuckin' war

Talkin' that same old
old song, same old thang
Sweatin' yourself, gettin' busy yo
Huh, but you still can't

I'd rather rip, and still the trip
On the mic grip and hit, and then
Into I never miss yo
You ain't shit
Thinkin' all that, you've got

The rep and but you still can't rap
Wanna talk about a wannabe, never be
gonna be, who's gonna see
Come near here, come here yeah
I got flavor, style,

Yo, you compete
You wanna steal my voice, our sound
Steal my beats, you fuck around
I play son, shorts do I take none

You need help better call
Or the Beatles, or
you up like a cup of Tropicana juice
I got more, like a river
Yeah, what I give ya

Shakin' 'em, keep fakin' 'em, make makin' 'em
Takin' 'em, 'em, no mistaken 'em
Dope, hyper, raw def MC
talk about a man, yo who is he or she

You got nerve to even talk
What about that, yeah, up with that rumor talkin'
We make a hit
been makin' hits while you've been suckin' dicks
Around the town, lookin' for a hardcore
Yeah, you real

Niggaz, yeah, you real
Niggaz,yeah,you ain't
Niggaz, you real
Niggaz, yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, who are You ain't real
Niggaz, yeah, you you ain't
Niggaz, man
Niggaz, get out my

Yeah, motherfuckers wanna
I keep in store for they ass
They ain't got the style to kick no
I bust rhymes and and just blow shit out

Let me ask one
You think I fell Well come test then
You ain't the man to the Big X
Fuck become [unverified] next

Yes, shit is wild
wild, slick and much wild
But when I come with the Rhythm X shit
after that, motherfuckers wanna quit

Whether or not, you it or not, you're wack it's true
whole crew sound doo doo
I tissue to wipe the first face
I'm like a team that stays in first

Winnin', like the motherfuckin'
You got to kick? Then drop science
Math, English, it I said it
Yo Ced, and grab the mic

Yo let's begin with a phrase that's hype
control with soul Gee get right
Into the mix a DJ spinnin' on
The is buggin, rememberin', "Bring it On"

The phrase that to all that wanna try
To to the Gee get roast and I wonder why
Hmm, like Hall said, I think
You rhyme like butter you're soft and quite stink

Tryin' to perpetrate, you're hard right
You hit grip you're fake like a bad night-mare
with Freddie, you know not ready
You sound immature, like a petty

(You ready)
Tto on the stage, get hit with the rhyme jab
like the Flintstones, I'll break like bam bam
Bam bam bam bam bam

I'm ya
You slept on the Gee, yet, true Ultra
But now we're back and, MC's we're
We're givin' no slack and, because wack
And yeah, you ain't

Niggaz, yeah, you ain't
Niggaz, yeah, you ain't
Niggaz, yeah, you real

Niggaz, who are You ain't real
Niggaz, yeah, you you real
Niggaz, man get out my