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You soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka
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Thought you were tough, then you cold ran out of luck
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A minute ago I know you thought it was easy
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To diss me, but you missed me, and that didn't please me
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A song and dance doesn't give you a chance to advance
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I think you better go home and enhance
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Your lyrical skills on the real, you can't swing
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On the devine, be off mine, picture the King
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Bein all up in the open, hopin you could step to
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I be a monkey's uncle, and you're my nephew
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Climbin on my back while I'm flowin with the tracks
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Tryin to learn how to burn - this is what you lack
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Air, gas and energy, greater than Con Edison
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Fuel into infinity with pure solar medicine
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I know what time it is, I clock it on the Sun dial
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Chumps are beaten, tied up and dragged for miles
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I'm so foul, that at times I'm bad news
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Battle me and lose, you win a pair of shoes
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Made of concrete, there's somethin sweet about that
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To match your dead man suit and your dead man's hat
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When it's right I deliver, at the bottom of the river
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You'll be found, gagged and bound, with no liver
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I fed it to a kid that always bit suckers
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Soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka
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Each and every line I design with precision
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In the mind I'm inclined, appealin to your vision
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On a physical basis - never the racist one
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My mission is to see that competition is done
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So I do em, throw em to the crowd
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Make the crowd boo while I diss em out loud
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Girls that wanna battle, I serve em, then I screw em
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Next time I see em, I don't say nothin to em
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But then they wanna sweat me, they can't get me
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Keep your cool, you're a fool to upset me
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Illegit, half-wit geek-ass nerd
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(I heard the god can't rhyme) Yeah, fuck what you heard
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You got nerve, you deserve to be stuffed in your mouth
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Then you can pop shit while your teeth are fallin out
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I throw joints to score points at war
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Once more I make sure you leave through the door
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On a stretcher, I betcha your concussions are rushin frequent
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Blow for blow my k.o.'s have been a sequence
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Step up of step off, the choice is yours
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There's always room for one more on the floor
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You lay down and stay down, until the full count to 10
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Unanymous decision - I win
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I know you wonder what part of the game is this
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If you know like I know, it's the part you missed
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Anybody coulda told you, I'm diesel like a truck to
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A soft shoe booty-ass punk muthafucka
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I was gonna let you slide, but I decided not to
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Don't even try to run, cause I got you
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Trapped like a rat, your tail bein squeezed
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In the trap I set, caught you goin for the cheese
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Sayin please doesn't mean you're released from the scene of the crime
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Tryin to step to me with your bullshit rhymes
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You practice in a daily rehearsal
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I'm universal, dramatic or commercial
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One thing to say about the King is worth big money
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Dig, money, I master 120
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Okay, you got a gun, now I'm supposed to be afraid?
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You pull the trigger, I pull the pin to the grenade
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If you catch me in a chest, bust, I'm in a vest
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You'll be blown to the zone of your perpetual rest
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Don't ever try to take me out the box again
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Even on Fantasy Island - you're never gonna win
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Your fans are all mislead, cause you're mentally dead
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Count your heads, cause your boys just fled
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They ran off and left you, played you like a sucker
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Soft shoe botty-ass punk muthafucka
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(Witness the strength) --> N.W.A
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(It's just another nigga dead) --> Ice Cube
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Soft Shoe Booty
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| King Sun |
