Ah, how many brothers been charged?
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Go through wires and set fires in my garage
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Sabotage, I'm coming to you fools in camafloughe
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Gods must be crazy, stole yo' style from the eighties
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Lookin' at that show lady, why she look like Brady?
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Shady business, wanna stop and look at my profile
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People like me be catching girls with Kangol hats on Argyl
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Styles, skills, I get ill everytime I rhyme
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Quantum leaps stole my jeep, gonna catch that fool in time
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'Cause I'm Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim
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Fame, Now I'm gonna live forever, never say die
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Bronze eyed and black guy with a black eye, fat lip, wanna set trip
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Dang y'all, look at my watch, I gotta shake this spot
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So pow, look at this brother with stilts
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Thinkin' his name was Skeeter, Mr. Nine Millimeeter
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What the? holy cow
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A brother hung a couple of sings from these trees
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The day that I became an MC
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I'm your idol like Micheal, so won't you beat it
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I'm deader like Shredder, I joined the Foot now I can't be defeated
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Mis-treated MC's like it was the eighties
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My style is tigher than a wet lycra on a two hundred and fifty pound lady
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Maybe, maybe not
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Maybe you should check that
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Pop this in yo' tape deck, play me in yo' cassette
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On Channel 7 News At 11 watch these fools get hurt
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Have you more confused than a Christian reading a bible in a Muslim church
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Come down to earth, now ask yourself is worth
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Losing your title in a rap recitle?
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I've been vital since my birth
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MC's get vaided 'cause I'm over-rated
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And if you laughed it, you ran
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But when I blast it, you lucky you made it
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I'm the most hated MC, just like the OB
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You'll be outy like last year, cookin' like Gary Coleman
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'Cause no man, no children or woman can get with the Super
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I got the West Coast sewn up and I load up your spot trooper
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And ain't no to be continuied
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When I get in you get looser
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Hope that you get used to losing
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So shut up and start thinking
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Before I leave you danglin' from my mic cords
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And you hear me swingin'
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Put yo' gun away, Superman don't run away
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See I got x-ray, I can spot you like OJ on the freeway
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But anyway, we can do this all today
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'Cause I embarass more people on national telivision than Richard Baye
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Today's topic: "MC's who set-up for beat downs"
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Sit down and tell me about your last lyrical melt-down
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You come to battle you get beat like drums
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And I'm a put you on the bus and send you back to where you came from
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And I don't care if you don't like me now
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You go home and tell your friends I'm the mighty one
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AKA Skeeter, Mr. Nine Milimeeter, with bad aim
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Also known as Skee-Lo, but you can call me Supreman
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Super, Superman
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You know they call me Superman
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Superman
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