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

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

I'd rather rip, and still the flip
On the mic and hit, and then trip
Into I never miss yo
You still shit
Thinkin' you're all that, got

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

Yo, you compete
You steal my voice, steal our sound
my beats, you wanna fuck around
I don't play son, do I take none

You need better call 9-1-1
Or the Beatles, or
Drink you up a cup of Tropicana juice
I got more, flowin' like a
Yeah, style's I give ya

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

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

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

Niggaz, who are you? You 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 heat and blow shit out

Let me ask one
You think I fell off? Well come test
You the man to stop the Big X
Fuck around become [unverified]

Yes, is gettin' wild
Very wild, slick and much
But watch when I with the Rhythm X shit
Then after that, motherfuckers quit

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

Winnin', the motherfuckin' Giants
You got rhymes to kick? Then drop
Math, English, fuck it I it
Yo Ced, come and the mic

Yo let's begin with a phrase that's quite
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 step to the Gee get and I wonder why
Hmm, Arsenio Hall said, I think
You rhyme butter you're soft and you're quite stink

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

(You ready)
Tto step on the stage, get hit the rhyme jab
Just like the Flintstones, break like bam bam
Bam bam bam bam bam

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

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

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