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Yo, whassup moneygrip, it's the e on the trip |
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Not to georgia, but gladys knight and the pips |
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It's a one way ticket, to the highest plateau |
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For a smooth rapper, and for those that flow |
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So blow like the wind my friend and take flight |
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And "fly, like an eagle" -- yeah right |
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You can't rock a party and make hands clapper |
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Cause you an n.r.er (that means a non-rapper) |
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So give it up sucker duck emcee you're not ready |
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To flex yet, or better yet rock steady |
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With the e double, number one on the planet |
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Take it for granted, |
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I'm _in control_ like janet |
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I'm in command, plus full of fun |
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But don't play me, cause if you do you gettin done |
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And that my son comes to one conclusion |
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Total chaos.. no mass confusion[parrish smith] |
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Knock knock (aiyyo, who is it? ) |
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The one who storms on rappers just like a snow blizzard |
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Yes the micraphone doctor's back makin housecalls |
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To crab emcees, who claim to have the balls |
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To flex with the man, with the rep for snappin necks |
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I'm not the one son, so don't pose or make threats |
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The pmd, yeah paid and makin dollars |
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Stranglin emcees with the micraphone cord and make em holler |
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I'm like, quick draw mcgraw when |
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I blast past |
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An emcees ass, then trash crash to smash his ass |
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And play his ego, while |
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I sip a forty-oh |
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And count my cashflow, because |
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I'm on the go |
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And aiyyo |
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I don't joke, and that you can bet |
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I flex a rhyme on a rapper, play his posse and step |
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Like I said in _strictly biz_ |
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I'm known to cause an illusion |
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To create total chaos.. no mass confusion[erick sermon] |
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No magic tricks, houdini, or |
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I dream of jeannie |
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Or dissapearing acts from here to tahiti |
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It's a one two three count, and |
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I'm knockin out |
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Without a doubt (why e? ) |
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I got clout! |
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Homeboy you should know, |
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I'm de commando of rap |
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Carry emcees no trees, across my bare back |
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I use measures, and yes all are drastic |
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For me the e double, cause |
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I'm fantastic |
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So, I let you know, money |
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I don't play |
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Step back and you won't get smacked, hear what |
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I say?Lay low afro, or take a nightcap |
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And if you tired (yo, then go take a nap) |
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Or close your eyes and chank em like a jap |
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Then lounge, as |
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I rock across the map |
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Yo watch me go, ? in seconds |
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Me and pmd and the sound from our records |
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Check out the beat and the style |
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I'm usinIt's total chaos.. no mass confusion[parrish smith] |
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Last rhyme was for e, this one's for the gipper |
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Give me room.. cause |
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I'm about to rip a |
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Emcee's head off as |
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I release my steam |
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The method of decapitation, is the guillotine |
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So check out the tempo, and let your body go |
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Cause a brother like md's about to go rambo |
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A micraphone doctor, an emcee physician |
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An all around scholar, a rapper technician |
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So put up or shut up, cause md is like fed up |
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You, your wack crew, your whole damn set up |
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Suckers still slippin, you better get a grip and |
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Change your wack style while the clock still tickin |
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Cause pursuin and doin a brother, is second nature |
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Can you feel it e double? (yeah, somethin like ? ) |
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To the micraphone doctor, all rappers are obsolete |
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You lack style and composure, plus your rhymes are weak |
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I gave you all due respect, when |
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I said mic check |
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You're still slippin duke, it's time to snap that neck |
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Like I said in _strictly biz_ |
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I'm known to cause an illusion |
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To create total chaos.. no mass confusion |
