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I break out in a cold sweat, rip up the whole set
I&#39;m about as bad as you can get
Comin&#39; from bed-stuy, that&#39;s where they do or die
Forget about the lions and tigers and bears, oh my
It&#39;s not a fairy tale, a myth, it&#39;s a musical uplift
And i&#39;m the wrong one to mess with
I roll on rappers like a cherokee, bake &#39;em up merrily
Just like the cooks at sara lee
Erase, replace, disgrace, and chase, unlace your face
And place a neck brace, about-face
And get to steppin&#39;, because my lethal weapon
Is blowin&#39; too fast, while you&#39;re slow as catherine hepburn
What you need is a little more speed, style and flavor
But it still wouldn&#39;t save ya
So to the rear, step off and let the man flex
Cuz i can hang tighter to the groove than spandex
I snatch the mic whith grace, always with a plan
And cee&#39;ll cut the recored up like edward scissorhands
Rock the soul shack, i can&#39;t hold back
Four years standin&#39; and i still got the knack
Cuz i remember when i first did it
The comments that were goin&#39; around from the next critic
Like &quot;yeah, he sound alright, but still will he hold?&quot;
And now my black ass is still here like billy joel
One hip-hopper that don&#39;t have to sound proper

My broken Inglés-English you can still distinguish
And i don&#39;t have no image or no gimmicks
And i don&#39;t have no bounds or no limits
The kane&#39;ll keep goin&#39;, and growin&#39;, and flowin&#39;
And showin&#39; any mc, i got the best finesse to manifest
Cuz i pull cards like some type of retard
Hittin&#39; mcs hard, and any other rass claaad
I&#39;m the predator to any competitor
Scorchin&#39; and damagin&#39; and stompin&#39; et cetera
And any mc that tries to test me
I&#39;m swellin&#39; up his jaws mor than dizzy gillespie
Crushin&#39; all dreams you thought were possible
I turn into nightmares you have in the hospital
I couldn&#39;t count the rappes i be servin&#39;
If defeat was sex, huh, i&#39;d be a virgin
My match ain&#39;t been found, movin&#39; around, breakin&#39; &#39;em down
Where the ground, never the clown, how that sound?
Don&#39;t get gassed, cuz boy you won&#39;t last
So take your crippled rhymes and put &#39;em in a cast
You&#39;re too pathetic, bring in a paramedic
To heal your sick rhymes, cuz man, you ain&#39;t poetic
You&#39;re just a cheap little hooker and i gotta overlook a
Mc that&#39;s wack, ya little bogger
And stand clear of the mic that i&#39;m rippin&#39;
As i&#39;
And get your jury and a good defendant
Cuz i&#39;m servin&#39; a death

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