"You won the fight so easily" <-- Announcer
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"You won the fight so easily" <-- Announcer
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"Is there a challenge out there for you right now?" <-- Announcer
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Well
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Lyrically, I am untouchable
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Lately, I have put enough of bull
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From introduct right through appendix
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Saddle and straddle, like the late Hendrix
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First came Hays then came Rain
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Sucker MCs that play the same game
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Lame, name, they should be tame
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Bound, gagged, chained even slain
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Ripped and stripped, that's what I pray for
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This game, use your own brain
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Live and rising, but not surprising
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Whole of the other years and I'm Heisman
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Scheming, screaming, you're only dreaming
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Say my name in vain, you're blast semem
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"Do you have an idea about your next opponent?" <-- Announcer
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"Just take all comers" <-- Mike Tyson
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Just like Van Halen, I'm wailing scaling
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Easy said, but not failing, but bailing
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Schoolin', not fallen or foolin'
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I play in the after the class I'm just coolin'
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Stalking, not walking or talking to you
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Or your crew, say boo, I'm just rocking
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I'm roaming, not alone in my home
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On phone with a fly girl who's moaning, boning
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Bubbling, I ain't struggling, cuddling
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I'm so fly, homeboy that I'm juggling
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Rhyme by rhyme by rhyme I got lyrics
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Wes is so def, you left in hystrics
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Time, after time you will hear it
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Suckers don't jeer it, or come near it
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Full flex the Rhymasaurus Rex
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To be def like the Fresh, some will go break neck
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Becuase I'm wealthy, some will belt me come melt me
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Catch you on stage, so help one
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I'm a python, when the mic's on a fight on
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Write on, like a ninja know Tae Kwon
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Bitch-lips couldn't even talk shit or bust lips
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Swift kicks, but I'm only straight lyrics
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Day by day by day, I bust it my way
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Clowns around the town they hear what I say
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Take the rhymes I make and then face straight
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Time to take a break I let the beat play
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"Ooh set 'em up"
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"I love these punch shots"
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"I love these punch shots"
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"Hit 'em clean. You can tell he's in pain" <-- Announcer
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"I love these punch shots"
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"I love these punch shots"
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"Hit 'em clean. You can tell he's in pain" <-- Announcer
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"Deep, deep down do you consider yourself indestructable?"
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"Without question, without question"
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"Deep, deep down do you consider yourself indestructable?"
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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I am untouchable, here come a mouth full
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You ain't a Doberman Pincher, you're a Pitbull
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Last straw, get your plug off my drawers
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Withdraw, you got lockjaw
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Flywieght, you're late wait come get this straight
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Don't fuck around with great, you're jailbait
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Top notch, boy I'm a sasquatch
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In T-O I'm known as a warlock
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Breeding, not speeding or needing no coke
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But I'm still dope, the noise bleeding on stage
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I rock my rhymes and never talk shit
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My body's looking fine because I keep fit
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Clothes on all the time, no need for that shit
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I wanna rock my rhymes and watch the girls strip
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Bust it!
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"And this fight is over approximently a minute and a half into round
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one..." <--Announcer
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"Do you have any idea about your next opponent?" <-- Announcer
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"I don't know. I'll just take all comers" <-- Mike Tyson
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"And this fight is over approximently a minute and a half into round
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one..." <--Announcer
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"Gone, set 'em up"
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[Maestro Fresh Wes]
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Upheaval, like Kinevel I'm evil
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Your rap is outdated not rated but feeble
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I'm an opium, you can't blow me yet I'm dopium
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No not a singer but a stinger like scorpion
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Kango and I'm raring to tango
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I'm to rap like art is to Van Gogh
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Yo man I am a Conan
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So no man can chill or hang
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Unless on my records you gang bang
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Maestro, my orchestra is the nitro
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LTD and the crowd loves my intro
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Billa, like Atilla I killa
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| A mover of people, no sequel to Thriller |
