(really like to rock the funky beats) --> chuck d



[ verse 1 ]

The majestic great from the head to the toes

I ain't in a gang, i'm in my favorite clothes

But i can scrap with any enemies or foes

Cause i'm champion, just ask all my hoes

Please don't push, or you wish that you didn't

We're goin toe to toe, and it ain't no kickin

My moves are kinda slick and my punches be stickin

So put up your dukes, you little half-priced chicken

Don't brother-brother me, cause i ain't your kin

I'm aimin for the end, and i'm off that gin

Tee came to separate boys from the men

If i see another dance step, i'm shootin for the chin

I sag when i stroll, cause i'm known as a hood

I fuck real good, got trophies for the wood

Hub city hangin, i love shootin fakes

So bitch, make way for king tee tha great

Come on (say yeah)

(check it out y'all

You don't stop

Keep on) --> big daddy kane



[ verse 2 ]

Back on the block i got juice with the gees

I was writin rhymes while they picked up ki's

Yeah, i got homies that be throwin up b's

And i got family that be throwin up c's

But to the o.g.'s it's all about paper

Let's sling these birds and gangbang later

I gotta be the great, cause ain't nobody greater

A obvious rhyme would be e-swift is on the fader

Since i'm out west i bought a holster for my glock

Sittin on the roof [censored] at the muthafuckin cops

And the fuckin bitches that's burnin in a cock

And lord forbid, don't let me see my pops

Cause it'll be a buck-buck, and another buck-buck

I don't give a fuck, he left mom duke stuck

No remorse, cause i love shootin fakes

So run, nigga, run, here comes king tee tha great


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