And now Ladies and Gentlemen in your right corner

Weighing in at an even 215 pounds

Residing from the South Bronx

Maintaning 39 wins 40 knockouts and no losses

It's the undisputed beatbox champion of the world!!



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All I know

That's a bad motherfucker

All I know

He's about to drop some shit now

All I know



[Rahzel]

When I first came out many couldn't catch my name

Now worldwide, feel the affects, scratch my name

Rahzel, now rewind that, (Gargling) slow it down, you'll find that

the way I design that, and reverb behind that, not in my contract

I'm bustin all over this bitch, while your girl cums

Down with the Two-One-Fifth, Illadelph, Dy-Nast'

R-double-O-T-S, no need to remind us

You're far behind us, tryin to high beam, blind us

Catching shinas from a nickle plated niner (Gun sounds)

Blastin' holes in your designers

This is for you primadonnas

cause my persona's like pirhannas

I got you second guessin and sweatin like saunas

If you learned from the second lesson, no question you want it

Change your facial expressions from minutes to seconds to longer

God damn it feel good to see people up on it



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[Rahzel]

Who's the man, Rahzel's the +Man+, so yo, pass the +Method+

1200 styles, crush your crew without no effort

Let me flip my, vocabulary, vocal acrobatics

Smack up phone dramatics, I can jam like automatics

Nine millimeter, twelve rounds, one in the chamber

Russian Roulette, you can bet, there is DAN-JUR

Number five in the Billboard, with the bullet

One million, in my pile, you know the style, let me pull it

cause I'm about to blast ya, take the mic, then harrass ya

Switch up speeds, without the weed, then I'll pass ya

Nineteen-ninety-nine, octane, because I gassed ya

Watch me George Jet, on-you-son, like I'm NASA

God damn, like to ?? compare on blaster ??

(shadowboxing sounds) It's the sound affect master

"And I'll destroy anyone, who dares go against me"



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[Rahzel]

I got your mouth wide open, just like the Grand Canyon

I'm Trugoy, to this rap game, I got game

Call me Denzel, with the rap name, I got aim

"He's on FIRE!!" like a coal in a hot flame

plus my Posdonuses, produces, your prognosis

Kids doin the chronic from coast to coast kid

Death, what the doctor ordered, so say, "Ahhh"

Take you +Three Feet High and Risin+, like De La

C'est la vie, I'm yo' super MC

Got the S on my chest for you to buy my LP

Check the outlets for cassettes and CD

Sam Goody, Blockbustin' up your H M V

Nigga please, ask yo mamma for some cheese

Tell her need some restitution like them Vietnamese

in Vietnam, cause Rahzel drops the bomb

More complex than texts, in your Holy Qu'ran



Chorus