You can find me in the club where the huns at
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Muthafuck that trucker hat hug-rap
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I know who I am, who I be, who I always was
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Not a rapper that would dis another just to start a buzz
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You should know that, just let the beef go away
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How many weathermen do I have to slay
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El-P give that mouth a rest
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Go and get yourself in shape give that couch a rest
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I sent you a demo in 94 with straight original shit
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No scientifical shit
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And you cats talk about it like it's still in your whip
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If you're large as you say, why you still sweating Shay?
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Pissed cuz I reminisce about boom-bap
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You just made cuz you make your money off nerd-rap
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And can never change that, the fact you make soft shit
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Embarassed so you gotta remind us about the profit
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Sorry that I study from the blueprint
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And don't associate with your nerd-rap movement
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"Independently I sold..." man, get over yourself
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Every interview I read it's like your blowing yourself
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Putting doe on your shelf? Stop hoeing yourself
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You're a herb, look at you, you know it yourself!
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I showed you love from day one and I kept on
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But now you upset because your boys got stepped on
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If you were as smart as you claim to be
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And had beef muthafucker you should've came to me
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But no, write a dis, hope you won't get caught
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Cuz you know I never peep shit from Gaysop Rock
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Listen, I liked Funcrusher that was that
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But then you heard Dr. Octagon and never looked back
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"Blue Flowwwers" Allow me flex my true powers
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And send this fucking hobbit back to the two towers
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..............No I'm not stopping yet
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Bars of Death ain't done it ain't dropping yet
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I got jokes about your face believe me
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But dissing you because of your looks is too easy
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You can't help that you a Keebler elf, "Mr. Be Yourself"
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You should see yourself
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I saw that DVD man I can't understand
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Why you find it so hard to shake a fan's hand
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These are the cats that love you when you do shit
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And actually think the stuff you make is music
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But this is hip-hop kid don't confuse it
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With herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit"
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Bitching about doing a show for short change is fine
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But taping it is assinine
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Then releasing it? That's an ego trip
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Get off your own dick, that's some ego shit (fuck outta here)
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Revolution ain't them beats you record
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Sounding like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard
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You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment
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Now don't come back with that run-on sentence rap
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Spit it slow, so I can understand you, yo
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Went from Co-Flow to no flow, rushing your rhymes
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No punchlines, just a bunch of punched in lines
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Bed-wetter, you as hip-hop as Eddie Vetter
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If you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweater
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That look is priceless!
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Now who's the muthafucker with the identity crisis?
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You ain't mad at me dog, you mad at what you've become
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(part 2)
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Banned from New York? Muthafucka don't sleep
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I got a freak in each borough, I was there last week
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You cancelling shows in Boston, acting shook
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Say you from Harlem, telling me to come to Red Hook
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You wanna rep Brooklyn? Ain't no Biggie in you
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Fat sloppy fuck sound like Winnie the Pooh
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Plus dwelling on this beef is a bad decision
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The only fight you ever had is with your own metabolism
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Making them mixtapes, mainstream coverband
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Wannabe G-Unit but sold like 3 units? Damn!
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Baby Huey talks like he had a stroke
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I remember when he told me "Be Alert" was sooo dope
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You was a fan home soaking the bed
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See when I was eating rappers you was eating loaves of bread
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A big oaf with dreads and a clammy handshake
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Now you making records that even your fans hate
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I'll treat you like a Taun-Taun, and slash your flesh
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And give New York's homeless a place to rest
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It ain't about the Weathermen, it's whether or not your men
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Whether or not your femme, Vast drop and gimme 10
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Know your limits, Grimace, you can't finish
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All out of shape fishing for beef but out of bait
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Sherman Klump's in a writing slump no lie
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Nutty Proffessor, minus the sweater and bow tie
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| Come take my lot |
