it-be that diddy-bop that get-the streets in the city-hot,
getting my gritty-on spitting the witty-raw lyrics-on
any tracks kid-be-on it-be like damn he ripped-that-jawn
you a damn-stan spitting-god a fan-man get-it-dog?
so fuck-you punk-dudes nothing-you done-true, you want-to?
kung-fu like one-two kick-it-raw dumb-dudes spitting-flawed
getting-all agravated should be glad-we-made-it
graduated master-trained-in rap-arrangements tracks
clash and blast-the-pavement in the back-and-playing
in navigators from philly to where they grapple alligators
but really its silly we tackle are hassles with macks-and-gauges
millis for pealing backs-to-pavement scratching-faces
with slashing-blades and packing the crack-and-base-hits
in our apparations bastards-stay-bent laughing having masquerades-when
half us trapped-in-state-pens having-relations
slapping-the-taste-in hunnys with their backs-in-placement
to get half-an-8-inch smashed-and-layed-in their asses-shaking
past-the-playing i'm just rapping-saying facts-and-statements
not an act-or-playing just a rapper-laying the baddest-makings
since jesus and his daddy-came-in to clash-the-laymen's
wack asses-claiming i ain't the best rapper-hating
just some fuck around type ish... peep the rhyme scheme
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Your after name scratched up off my guestlist, party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to
You throw a cold screw but sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we postin two niggaz on that ass
Thats gonna do what they supposed to do the limelight
Snatched away from you because its my night
Killarm' blaze hotter than twilight, you better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
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