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(is that a turntable? well get on it it&#39;s your turn)

Who gets laid the chicken or the egg?
How about the mc that has just been led
To a renegade teacher preacher then he got stomped
Cause i&#39;m a feature straight from the bronx
Productions better known as boogie down
If i was a king right now i&#39;d get crowned
The nice is a teacher not a prince or a rap lord
I even write my rhymes on a blackboard
To get specific, and probably make you understand
What makes the 808 plan
It&#39;s simple, i&#39;m a round it off like this
That&#39;s how many stupid mc&#39;s i&#39;ve dissed
But if the commence to try me i won&#39;t buy it
I&#39;ll look them up and down and i&#39;ll say &quot;don&#39;t even try it&quot;
Cause i can go on and on without breathing
The tr, another form of bdp-eating
Mc&#39;s like chunky, moving real bluntly
Shaking and baking mc&#39;s like a junky
Fiending, hitting mc&#39;s like they was cocaine
Calling them john doe, meaning they have no name
I&#39;ll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water
Hit below the belt with things you never thought of
I lay down the law that i am a slaughter
I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta
Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat
In water, now watch you soak
Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom
It&#39;s heavy like an anchor, it&#39;s no problem
For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie
I am a profressional, boy, you&#39;re just a rookie
I&#39;m here to sing a song, but some are not able
Compared to me you&#39;re just crumbs on the table

In my prime, more vocal than i&#39;ve ever been
I&#39;m not an amateur, sort of like a veteran
Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip
Now i&#39;m back to just cold rip
Mc&#39;s like confetti, eat &#39;em like spaghetti
I chill for a year and yet i&#39;m still ready
To house mc&#39;s, sink &#39;em like a boat will
I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal
So now you know the 808 is showing
I do damage in just one moment
Here&#39;s a little message to those who want to hang out
Just remember that i give pain out
The tr-808 relates to a terrorizer
Never hiding, clever always memorizing
Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs
I&#39;m not into b-boying, just hoeing
Showing, blowing mc&#39;s like the wind does
I might lay you, sort of like a hen does
Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable
Compared to me you&#39;re just crumbs on the table

You must think, before you even get soup
I&#39;ll put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute
Like a street whore, make you want more and more
Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw
Pulling out a gun is uncalled for
But i&#39;m with it, so go for yours
You may even try to diss, but i call it flattery
I pack more volts than a duracell battery
Charging mc&#39;s, smooth like the breeze
Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme
Or topic, showing i be rocking
Every little city i play i leave a heat wave
Burning up the industry, never try to get with me
I&#39;m the type of person that never needs rehearsing
Just a little sex, a six pack of beck&#39;s
And my room to move about, and a guiness stout
To make me feel able, chilling, and stable
Sometimes i&#39;m on the mic, sometimes i&#39;m on the turntable
I&#39;m superb, sort of like herb
A man of my word and i&#39;ve never been served

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