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(Is that a turntable? Well get on it, it`s your turn)
Who gets laid, the chicken or the egg? How about the MC that has just been led To a renegade teacher, preacher then he got stomped Cause I`m a feature straight from the Bronx Productions, better known as Boogie Down If I was a king right now I`d get crowned The Nice is a teacher, not a prince or a rap lord I even write my rhymes on a blackboard To get specific, and probably make you understand What makes the 808 plan It`s simple, I`m a round it off like this That`s how many stupid MC`s I`ve dissed But if the commence to try me I won`t buy it I`ll look them up and down and I`ll say "Don`t even try it" Cause I can go on and on without breathing The TR, another form of BDP-eating MC`s like Chunky, moving real bluntly Shaking and baking MC`s like a junky Fiending, hitting MC`s like they was cocaine Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name I`ll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water Hit below the belt with things you never thought of I lay down the law that I am a slaughter I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat In water, now watch you soak Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom It`s heavy like an anchor, it`s no problem For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie I am a profressional, boy, you`re just a rookie I`m here to sing a song, but some are not able Compared to me you`re just crumbs on the table
In my prime, more vocal than I`ve ever been I`m not an amateur, sort of like a veteran Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip Now I`m back to just cold rip MC`s like confetti, eat `em like spaghetti I chill for a year and yet I`m still ready To house MC`s, sink `em like a boat will I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal So now you know the 808 is showing I do damage in just one moment Here`s a little message to those who want to hang out Just remember that I give pain out The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer Never hiding, clever always memorizing Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs I`m not into b-boying, just hoeing Showing, blowing MC`s like the wind does I might lay you, sort of like a hen does Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable Compared to me you`re just crumbs on the table
You must think, before you even get soup I`ll put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute Like a street whore, make you want more and more Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw Pulling out a gun is uncalled for But I`m with it, so go for yours You may even try to diss, but I call it flattery I pack more volts than a Duracell battery Charging MC`s, smooth like the breeze Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme Or topic, showing I be rocking Every little city I play I leave a heat wave Burning up the industry, never try to get with me I`m the type of person that never needs rehearsing Just a little sex, a six pack of Beck`s And my room to move about, and a Guiness Stout To make me feel able, chilling, and stable Sometimes I`m on the mic, sometimes I`m on the turntable I`m superb, sort of like herb A man of my word and I`ve never been served!
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