[ VERSE 1 ]
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I got somethin for sucker MC's
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Rhymes so dope that niggas wanna buy ki's
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But I don't sell weight, I sell hits
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Druggin your mind with em one at a time
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I hit em up with a couple of bars
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I'm breakin MC's up like rock guitars
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At a Kiss concert, but not this concert
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Ain't no make-up, you better wake up
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Before the sandman come take your hand
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I come into your dreams, or so it seems
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While you're deep asleep I'm beginnin another scheme
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Gettin that dough, hittin that hoe
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In the video, what a bitty, what a pity
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But that's the chance you take when you make it
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You get strung when the song is sung
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But I don't hit notes, I hit quotes I wrote, so
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If you know like I know, you better not try no
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Dummy move, yo money, move from the mic
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Exit stage right, nighty night
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Time for bed with a rhyme from Ed
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So put on your pijamas and tell your mamas
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Beddy-bye, till you're ready to try once more
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Cause I'm takin niggas out like a one-night whore
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To the store, so who you're really tryin to fool?
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We rule, you know we rule
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We rule, you know we rule
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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It gets harder and harder
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Cause everybody got to start a
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Kid-type hit, but forget that bullshit
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I'm on some hype shit, my style is well developped
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When I envelop a mic I would like everyone to get the hell up
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I set it off, headed off right to the mic
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I let if off like an airstrike
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I cover the ground with surround sound
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Everybody get down before you're left deaf
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So what the eff, a duel to the death
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Like Macbeth, so kneel to the left
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And bow your head, now Ed will rule
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I'm takin niggas out like a trip at school
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To the park, leadin you into the dark
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Now form a double-line, it's trouble time
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Now I got to rhyme double-time
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Or triple
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Cause MC's suck like nipple
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I cripple, but they already lame
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I come to claim your name and eat your brain
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Right out your skull like a monster
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And I do what I wantsta when I wantsta
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And I ain't even gotta carry the tool
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Cause we rule, you know we rule
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We rule, you know we rule
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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I got rhymes a cop can't stop
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They don't even chase, so don't even waste
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Gas, I'm too fast, I come equipped to rip, money grip
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Cause you the paper
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And I'm the Flatbush raper
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I rip shit up, your get hit up
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I don't take sex, just checks and cash
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Stompin niggas out like the Monster Mash
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Every single day of the week, plus weekends
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You and your weak friends tryin to meet ends
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But you can't make em meet, cause you can't make a beat
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So now you're beaten, you're meat and you're lookin all meek
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You couldn't see me on the highest peak
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With a long-range scanner and a antenna
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Cause you're fish like a can of
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Tune, all on my dock, in my scuna
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I see ya later, if not, sooner
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So just cool
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Cause you know we rule
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We Rule
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| Special Ed |
