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Milky, and I'm back |
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My ace in the hole was this brand new track |
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I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up |
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Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up |
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I did it, but the devil didn't make me |
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I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me |
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Proving a point that I'm a serious joint |
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You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint |
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Your head with oil--lots of oil |
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Make it run like water, watch it boil |
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'Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it |
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Made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---huh! |
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Prince of the growl is on the prowl |
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How you like me now punk? You living foul |
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Here's what my game is, kill is what my aim is |
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A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--[Chorus:] |
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Jack the Ripper |
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Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper |
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Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper |
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King Hercules!Back for the payback, I must say that |
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I heard your new jam, I don't play that |
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It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting |
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This year you tried, next year you're quitting |
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Last year you thought I was dying out |
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But again, and again, and again without a doubt |
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It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound |
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Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around |
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I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff |
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And this is an example of funky stuff |
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When you want to make hits, you make 'em like this |
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They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss |
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It's a strong record, a record for the strong |
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For those who appreciate real rap songs |
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Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track |
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Stay back, I got the power, I'm--[Chorus:]Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth |
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A-k-a James Todd Smith |
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Hard like penitentiary steel |
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Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal |
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Home girls in the house, see'mon |
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Home girls in the house, give it up |
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You gotta want to get hotter |
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Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot of |
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People don't know how nice I am |
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People sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man |
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Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran |
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Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van |
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While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves |
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No one out there thought you could do |
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You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do |
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Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--[Chorus:] |
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Break it down! x3 |
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Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy |
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[scratches]"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier |
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I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier |
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Check out the way I say my, display my, play my |
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J on the back, behind the cool without the A.Y. |
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I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth |
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It makes me move and I'll improve |
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As it goes on, as it flows on |
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When you see me, don't ask if the show's on |
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How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown |
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Pull on my jock to be down |
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You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down |
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Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down |
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Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees |
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I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs |
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Day after day after day |
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Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J |
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I'm--[scratches]I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker |
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A killing machine, a savage street talker |
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Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax |
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To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed |
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The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens |
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Kicking it mean, keeping it clean |
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And you've never seen anybody rock the party |
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All you funky beataholics, this beats Bacardi |
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I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know |
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Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano |
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Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel |
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Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair |
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I'm better than any emcee out there |
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As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare |
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When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at.. |