Verse One:
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Other MCs in the place know I'm much too much
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and I'll bust 'em all up without even cussing
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all wannabe's are never ever gonna be nothin'
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Gang Starr's in the house and we're crushing
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so suckers better be up on their p's and q's and
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competition come against me and you're losing
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I'll use a simple style just to catch you snoozing
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wake up wake up kid read the news and
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take heed cuz you need to see how battles are won
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when a real man displays how it must be done
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and I snuff bum MCs and keep the cashflow comin'
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and never had no problems getting women
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I'm like a catalyst causin' a chain reaction
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dopest vocalist ad now the main attractionn
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things turn gold at my slightest touch
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that's why the people say that I'm much too much
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Chorus:
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I'm much too much
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I'm much too much
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I'm much too much
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I'm much too much
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Verse Two:
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check the G-U-R-U yes the brother who's progressing
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If beats are cake I'm frosting, if salad I'm dressing
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never stressing or guessing or messing around man
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just turn up the system so the beat can be pounding
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blasting out your radio my vocals surrounding
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take a trip uptown and come back down and
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and kick it with the fellas I call my crew so
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I'm gettin' kinda fat like a big huge sumo
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I figure that I'm due and it's true cuz you know
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a rapper this nice oughtta clock mad dough
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not the stuff from the baker but the loot yo the paper
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I set up shop and drop gems and catch 'em later
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cuz I'm like keeping it moving, improving steadily
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pumping kinda loud in your Blazer or Cherokee
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doesn't matter what you drive, automatic or clutch
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just pop in my tape cuz I'm much too much
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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I walk in the room unload a boom that's like sonic
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my slick voice to the beat is symphonic
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to a biting MC my lines are toxic and chronic
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my mystical style is like harmonic
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I've rarely had a difficulty slaying MCs
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cuz the ones who were toughest still begged on their knees
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and I wreck the set with the greatest of ease
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and you know I'm swift like the breeze
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I'll never understand why a wack rapper tries and
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convinces himself that his image is so fly and
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that's the type of crap you know I'm not buying
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chumps lack the beats and their rhymes don't apply and
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that's why I've come into your life today
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just to make you sweat in my unique way
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I'm controlling all action dissing MC ducks
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that's why everybody knows that I'm much too much
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Chorus
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Outro:
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(Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil)
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(Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil)
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(Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil)(Mack A Mil)
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Much Too Much (Mack a Mil)
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| Gang Starr |
