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 rippin the microphone  
 and blowin the stage apart.  
 These MC's ain't got no heart  
 they need to quit before they start.  
 Shakin and breakin 'em down  
 best at least  
 f***in 'em up up at least  
 smackin 'em in a pilek  
 now have a stomp and a smile G.  
 Raisin  
 replacin  
 like Jason  
 when I be chasin  
 these rappers  
 machetti style  
 choppin down  
 their petty style's bassin  
 All in my face  
 you got the mic  
 but I gotta getcha off it  
 you got my rhyme  
 now cough it  
 brother sweat the tip and forfeit.  
 You're nada  
 know nota  
 I'm hotter  
 You're a slow trotter.  
 Karate  
 switch the e into an a  
 and it's karata.  
 When I come on  
 I'm rippin it up  
 just like a madman.  
 I fly your head  
 chop off your legs  
 and make your head stand.  
 Tax and wreckin these chumps  
 all of them I rub out.  
 You know the time  
 what's on your mind  
 you know I never go out.  
 I be breakin bouts  
 ya boys  
 your block is full of bums see.  
 You never was too clever  
 stick the fork in you  
 you're done G.  
  
 The instrument'll rip  
 with the ultimate  
 of all the rappers.  
 Toe to toe  
 whenever I go  
 I guarantee  
 the flow will smack ya.  
 Pumpin ya full a lead  
 just like a 9  
 kickin it off in half the time  
 takin a break  
 and makin mine  
 you're way behind.  
 Ya needed a title  
 and all the uncle  
 made your title for ya  
 hopin  
 and prayin  
 and wishin  
 that I can't rap  
 but I rip all a yall  
 in half  
 look at me laugh  
 Ya hee-haw style  
 ya kick it  
 Mmmmm I see goodies  
 gimme the mic and hoodie  
 now I'll dick it.  
 Any  
 the every  
 the his  
 the hers  
 of those  
 of theirs  
 of them.  
 I see your title  
 around your neck  
 just swingin loose  
 I take your gem.  
 I'm takin it off you neck  
 with every line that I select  
 and rappin it up and cuttin  
 while I'm starin  
 with disrespect.  
 Bustin off  
 yeah  
 squeezin like a vice grip  
 blowin ya off the stage  
 into the crowd  
 so have a nice trip.  
  
 I'm takin control  
 I hold  
 the microphone is good as gold  
 fly so many heads  
 I built my twenty-fifth  
 totem pole.  
 Turnin it out  
 and gettin wrecked  
 is just a understatement.  
 How special to rap a flat  
 puttin his head  
 inside the pavement.  
 Burnin 'em up  
 just like a flame thrower  
 rippin 'em  
 with the cool flower.  
 Takin 'em out in pairs  
 like the man, Noah  
 Holdin 'em up  
 just like a trophy  
 for the world to see.  
 You really ain't superb  
 you see  
 you're goin out  
 like a girl to me.  
 Takin your little  
 boo-hoo baby  
 tear drop  
 cryin style  
 breakin it down  
 until there's dust  
 and I'ma vacuum up the pile.  
 Showin  
 and provin  
 and groovin  
 and makin a movie  
 on the mic.  
 slappin a Marlboro  
 in his mouth  
 just like  
 a dirty little tyke.  
 Master of the murderous  
 maniac  
 mad style  
 amazin man  
 mackin the mic  
 since I was just  
 a mere child.  
 Props and props  
 more props than Terminator 2  
 with pen and pad  
 I play to you  
 and on the cross-fader too.  
 Endlessly with energy  
 undefeatable lyrically  
 expandin my empire  
 you don't wanna test me.  
  
 Wizard of funkadelic  
 every album's like a relic  
 bite the line  
 chewin on mine  
 but ya never live to tell it.  
 Bustin it off quick  
 flippin the script  
 that's in the bushes  
 then walkin around the jam  
 I'm handin out pounds  
 and mushes.  
 You're makin a face  
 you wanna test my slick manuever?  
 Your best to rock a break beat  
 or somethin you can groove to.  
 Even if every rapper  
 in the world was makin jams  
 as soon as I set this off  
 their mic's are slidin  
 out their hands.  
 rockin the junky's world  
 with the release  
 of every single  
 back in the days  
 I told ya  
 I need a beat  
 to make ya jingle.  
 Overlord  
 droppin the sword  
 and choppin off the mic cord.  
 rappers are dead  
 all over the street  
 in every state I toured.  
 I'm dealin the truth  
 with living god  
 that's right before ya eyes.  
 And I'll be rollin  
 in hoods and sneakers  
 you can keep the suit and ties.  
 No sell out  
 bet ya uncle never dies.  
 Gimme that microphone  
 I'll rip it up  
 until sunrise
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