Uh-huh, just a uh, just a uh
Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit
Please get it together, cause anything you can do, I can do better
Your image, material looks, hide it behind hooks
Raise the fear, no one but self, who's shook?
Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy book
Whose spot you stuck? Duke off the hook
I'm from the land of the crook, life quick to end
Better known as the brook, rather take than lend
There's a lot of whack records, but this ain't one of them
DJs off the books to head, put the gun to them
All group EMCs, I'm about to start stunnin' them
Don't matter what group, every last one of them
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts gotta go
Let's start by eliminating groups that can't flow
I better mill my deal, my career with no fear
Then none of y'all Duke can touch what's over here
These rough cut metal tapes, quick to break
Your label mates won't hesitate, negotiate
Your table, your table, your table
Stage, you can't flow right
Put me on no night
It's slow like, they need to get your show tight
Yo Justice, how many EMCs must get pissed or whipped?
Crack faces with bottles of crisps
Hollow chips, gobble lips
That's the penalty for poppin' that
Vanishin' the colorless whip
Bags of drip, do rags and clips
Tag the strip, you had the chance to advance
Kid, I'm sorry for the f***s in your hip
Son, it's the way of the street merchant
Live by the laws, die by the rules
* when you play the part of a fool
Now hear these dudes from a wise king
See what my eyes seen
You're supreme, the theme
We sizzle lean and triple green
My cripple off that digital green
Visual scene, roll footage on your video screen
Glow control, two on the road
We never fold, snug react
Just a Mac, eliminate tracks
Stimulate facts, a zini, gifted in black
Now watch me add to the kingdom of rap
Give me a beat
Still in battles like a thief
Don't kill more f***s than Jason in part three
Stable, own a graveyard in this label
Dumb-dumbs in battle, 12 o'clock now it's able
So what?
Locked up and made the b***h clack
That was because them styles closed, not them raps
Ain't that s***, Braswell clothing
Should've brung a mirror cause the lyrics wasn't rolling
My rhymes is all that and yours ain't
And at a party, you're f***ing taking crazy flicks of me
She said I was a g***s of celebrity
But I'm from the slums with the bums drinking Hennessy
Take a sip of some Jamaican rum
Put fire to my long-tongued teeth and gums
When it comes out my mouth, hot and it burns
Make fools out of me, I'm a b***h

Flike' im' hostile
These rough-cut metal tapes
Quick to break your label mates
Won't hesitate
Negotiate your table stakes
You can't flow right
P***, put me on no-night
It's slow like, it needs to get ya' shell tight
These rough-cut metal tapes
Quick to break your label mates
Won't hesitate
Negotiate your table stakes
You can't flow right
P***, put me on no-night
It's slow like, it needs to get ya' shell tight
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