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I express like an interstate Hyper when I venilate My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state Just to reitterate That I innovate Bonin broads when they men-estruate I speand a great time with the rhyme More than I did any female I derailed your train of thought Because your brain was caught On some other man s thinking Now your third eye is blinking My rhymes be kicking like a brother s breath be stinking I get funky for sure while you re *sniff* unsure If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw This track was a broad I d be bonin the shit out of it Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her probably some scratch clothes and some J s I got six thousand ways to rhyme Choose one I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team I got goals, and I can like a pop machine I come clean Like a fiend in Chi I m down with rehab My stutter styles crazy Cause that s right, we bad, we bad Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga Cause I kick ass And when i wreck other rappers be like whiplash! Verse Two: It s like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance It s like I come I come to the party in a b-boy stance I rock on the mic and make the gils want to dance Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper I m a blow this shit out, cuz I m the joint like reefer If Barry White was in the mob I still would be deeper Cause i had lyrics back when i used to run with Keyvin MC s step to me, butt-ass naked like "What s up?" I said, "You know you done fucked up Now I m sayin, "You know you done fucked up" Everybody that here be say I m Jams like the NBA Cause I m on fire If I was a Michelan I wouldn t tire It s funny how time flies Well I m as fly as time I don t believe in role models But if I do, then I m mine I make brothers say "True" They be you and be like fiction I want spect and dead presidents Like Richard Nixon I m a coach not a player Not a gay mc, I m straighter My style is similiar to AIDS You can f with it now But catch you later You can t touch this, cuz this is what I m feelin bro I m the man, you need me I ll be on the fifth flo Just chillin Even if it s played out it s not the word to play so peace I m out to Dirty Burgers I ma give my change to Reese song lyrics
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