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Hayyyyy!
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Break it down big ba-ty, here to rock the par-ty
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(c'mon) Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
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Do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush
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Lyrical muderer, microphone bone crusher
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Yeah yeah y'all
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Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
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Now check the mic stalker, will wear you out like Walker
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Rock a microphone like I was a native New Yorker
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I strike HARD like Ben Frank's lightning rod
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Leave you suckers scarred (uh-huh) leave you suckers charred
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Now you're burnt to a crisp, so check the vocalist
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I get sick with my shit, wicked like sadistics
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It'll be a +Black Moon+ when I _Enta Da Stage_
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Grab the microphone, turn from Robin to Rage
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Then I shoot from the jugular, I get rough and ruggeder
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You can't front on this big body Southerner
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Your shit'll get smacked back, you're booty like asscrack
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Who reigns supreme, baby no need to ask that
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I bust on the daily, get down to the roots like Hailey
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as I proceed to rock the mic, feel me, I
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gets total wreck and make crews pop, I
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rock from Osaka down to the Boondocks
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Pop goes the rhyme on you weasels (uh-huh)
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Rock strictly for my peoples, strictly for those Prince Edward evils
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as I, blow up like spontaneous combustion, hah
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I'll be the +Queen+ of MC's that's +Flushing+, hah
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And ain't no maybe's, or might be's, cause if the mic be
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within reaches of my psyche, I just eat it up like Mikey
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(I like it) when I'm weeded, so beat it, don't let me get heated
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or you just might get stretched out like Sealy Posturepedic
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(Believe it) so it is said, so it is written
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Until the day that I'm dead, I'll keep hittin
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always and forever spittin, from my soul for real
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down yellow brick roads I will, uhh
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chase them dreams, make more snap than green beans
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Ask Mr. Greenjeans who's the Captain, I'm slappin
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Fast-actin like Tinactin, mo' deeper than the ?
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So get crackin, you don't wanna Clash with this Titan
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Whether freestylin or writin, the way I be breakin off mics man
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I'm twirlin MC's like I'm Major Wreck
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cause I'm a major threat, once again Rage in effect
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HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust
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Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
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I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
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I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush, c'mon!
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Necessary Rough when I bust (UHH)
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Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
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I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
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I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush
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Now tell me who in the place wanna taste? (who?)
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I'm rhymin til I'm blue in the face so face, the, facts
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Don't look back, or you're gonna be salty
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Uhh, ah-hah, you best take flight like Maltese, Falcon
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you're scalpin, your hearts palpitatin
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Fluttering from the uttering of the vocab when I spake it
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when I spit it, wack MC's get ommitted
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Now did it not occur to you, that I could serve a few
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good men or women, cause I'ma, equal opportunity, HAYYY
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You're bound to lose, unless your name is Parker Lewis
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Now let's do this, let the games begin (uh-huh)
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Got suckers on the sideline mad as a wet hen, so you best
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step with that rambling, you're gambling with fate
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I got suckers scrambling like quarterbacks from Grambling State
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So, don't eff around Tootsie, you might get Roll-ed up
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Sewed up, you best play like crutch and fold up
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HOLD UP, watch me flip shit like a gymnast Mary Lou Retton
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Best play like Omega Psi Phi and start steppin
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Jettin on the first Delta out
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cause I make mics melt in my mouth
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Takin em out is all I'm about, now check me OWWWWWWWWT
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For hip-hop, I dies off with a vengeance
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My vocab blows doors off it's hinges, with every sentence
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And since this is the new age, uhh, ah-hah
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All lyrical concoctions, by lyrical murderer Rage
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got a vertical hold, on verbal abusin ways
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Cervical tubes get spayed, neutered, get slayed, tutored, DONE
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Blood shit, on nuff shit, quick, handcuff this
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Cause it's definitely Necessary Roughness
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HAH, Necessary Rough when I bust
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Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
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I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
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I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush
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Necessary Rough when I bust
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Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
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I break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
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I do what I must *inhale* ooh what a rush
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Necessary Rough when I bust
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Microphones get crushed, I..
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break a sucker down to dust
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Do what I must *inhale* what a rush
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Necessary Rough when I bust
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Enter your zones, microphones get crushed, I..
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I break a sucker down to dust, hah
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I do what I must *inhale* what a rush
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Necessary Rough *inhale* ooh what a rush
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Necessary Rough *inhale* ooh what a.. ooh what a.. *echoes*
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Necessary Roughness
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| The Lady Of Rage |
