I hits you hard kids, you're barred from the mic and Rhymes kick like Pele, rough like a dyke and Praise me, Masta, off beat, the healer Rap style's deisel like an 18-wheeler So get that weak style out of my path I'm turbo, I drop lines long like Nostran Ave. So danger, I'm burning from Monday to Sunday I'm hot like some niggas 10 deep in a Hyndai So make way, I drop mad heavy like the Fridge I'm sacking, you're wack and you're over like the bridge This little rabbit tried to diss me, but fuck it I got duckets, one day that rabbit kicks the bucket You know (I know) You know (I know) You know, you know, well yo follow where I go Jane, stop this crazy thing if I sing Some love shit and dress mad fly, I'd be the king And be seen on the covers of like 27 books But I'm too proud to beg, so suck this, you crooks You're only as good as your last jam, it's true Your shit's new, everybody wants an interview But then, oh how quick they forget With no hit, they like "Who's that?" They full of shit And straight up, my patience is starting to wear short I'm gonna land blows like your head was an airport Say cheese you theif, let me see your teeth
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