straight from that top/ i'mma bout to make u drop/ da mic too heavy ur better off/ acting like a jock/ MCing aint your game/ switch to a new lane/ i'll give 15 minutes cuz theres no hope for fame/ i ain't even trying this shit too easy so i'mma drop a bomb/ cuz ur fist line is about what u do to ur mom/ sucka
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iight lets batte now see whos nice and tell da ppl to judge
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January 2 2006, 8:21 AM
yup nigga da prince in da buildin fuck wit me now nigga haha
look nigga aint nobody fuckin wit me shit spit a couple shots will have u fac down to da concrete then drop to your knees nigga please yall think yall nice nope i put something on yall face da same color as rice i aint mike jones but i just might just say it twice look drop a dime on da block where i own get in my face dont get your face get blown like saxophone yup u know dont get blown da prince sitin on my thrown dont get yo ass ova thrown i told u when i hit u yes u gotta be through shit hit u wit those shell got up face turnin blue got yo girl on me doing my hair twistin it let it hang now fuck wit it im nice to pretty so deal wit it u doing all dat shit so fuck u its just all talk u mad cuz your girl like da way i walk so gold in a youngn mouth open up when i spark i got you at da block its wet matter of fact got u at da dock yup toss up going against me u will get fuck up yup told u so move slow move fast thats how my bricks come where these pussy rappers comin from u sticky like bubble gum hit u 20times then make yo face num wit it u betta act like chris brown u betta run it hahah now i dont think others in here cant fuck wit me talk shit like i said i nice so deal wit it yup//TALKIN:U SPIT NOW
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I hold the crowd tight, like a transvetite
on open mic, rocking them all night
In the club or at the Jam, what’s the plan, what’s the deal
I keep it real, while other MC’s don’t feel
the sheer power of a mic rocker, party stopper, boogie popper,
a lyricist, with a tendency to rip
fully equipped, no you’re not...Bullshit!!
As I practice and preach, systems will breach
My style be one that you cannot teach,
Free-flowing, mindblowing, never ending
Minds twisted, suspending, bodies bending
Reacting, to the call of servitude, step up with that attitude
Don’t be rude...Respect me!
And you’ll gain respect, but let me make it clear
that you’re gonna have to rep...
cause in this game, there’s no time for suckers
No time for chumps, no to motherfu**ers
Catch a breath of this skill
You’re bound to fall, hard to the ground, back to the wall
Ashamed and nameless, anonymous in the crowd
u here every nigga screamin whiteboy aloud
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