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Behold, take heed, witness wisdom being dropped |
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MCs spilled their skills but they'll just get mopped |
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Early bird on the track, first up to bat |
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Throw a steak on the grill so I can chill and get fat |
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Heat up the coals while I heat up the mic |
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Competition, if they're a match then I'll strike |
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Wreck the shop, leave the shit in a shambles |
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Put your money on a sure shot, Benj ain't a gamble |
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I'll slap a muzzle on a sucker whose tongue skips |
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Give him the boot and turn his ass into dum chips |
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With what's left I'll fertilise the earth |
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You was bunk as an MC but your shit you bring birth |
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I walk a path to become legendary |
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Rhymes so milky they'll be labelled as dairy |
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Competition I just dispose of |
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Swift with the gift, the man all the hoes love |
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Slamming suckers like Bambam Bigelow |
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Got bitches on my team like I was a gigolo |
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I break hearts and I climb charts |
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And I never been booty, save that for the farts |
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Kids blowing hot air, who got their heads gassed? |
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You can have ten wack rappers and they still come in dead last |
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I watch them fall cause they're faulty |
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I laugh in their face and they walk away salty |
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I rain on suckers while some choose to drizzle |
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You come up with beef you leave with no teeth and gristle |
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Fuck with your head like Hannibal the Cannibal |
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Destroy your senses, turn you from man to manimal |
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Or better yet a marshmallow |
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Cause compared to me you're a walking bowl of Jell-O |
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He went out like Mark Hamill |
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So next time you kick a rhyme save that shit for the camel |
