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When I hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion
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Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion
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Cause I'mcontended to know that I've invented
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Poetry which has been highly complimented
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Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on stage
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And from a fraction of a thought I can write a whole page
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I'll just pull a notebook from off the shelf
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And like Salt-N-Pepa I express myself
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To make most of you know me, and some of you don't
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But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you won't
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Arrange a battle, improve your style
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Against a brother with a totally different profile
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Most of you flake cold front ya flex
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And hesitate on rhymes that should've been Memorex
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But you forgot I remember you're an amateur
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Mystery worshipper, nowI prefer
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ThatI remind you or tease ya on who's the boss
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Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory loss
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Well get this just as quiet as it's kept
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MC's on the chart from teh start has slept
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Let's shake them,wake them, they should be woke
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For what? They take MC'ing for a practical joke
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You don't have what it takes to be an MC
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Ya just as phony as ya wanna be
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You present yourself to be the quiet storm
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You're a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form
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But as they say, yo, to each its own
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And to each one who plays with a microphone
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Abbreviate microphone and M.I.C.
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Meaning what, Myself, I, you see
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I invite those to battle me then they're through
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Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced you're invited too
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The rap convention or the MC show
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I have rhymes to block those who hit below
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The belt, that means biting a rhyme
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Yes, I'll wax you, tax you and plus save time
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Now who is known to uphold his own
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And words are heard like a strong baritone
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Freestyle techniques that's wild and bold
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That'll smile in your face and still come so cold
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That I'll freeze you to the point of non-defrost
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Now you're trapped in the Land Of The Lost
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Should I, could I, would I lose
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When it's a selfish sore loser like you I choose
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To roll your big eyes and suck your buck teeth
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Because you're upset that you ever caused beef
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Yo homeboy, I never meant to tease
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But it's a slaughter, can someone help him please
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Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your belt
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Once The Genius gets heated up, suckers will melt
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Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like water
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Then you can say this was a Goddamn slaughter
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You don't have what it takes to be an MC
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Ya just phony as ya wanna be
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Ain't no rhymes like the one I got
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They put competitors in a trance, y'all
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Radio stations ran them a lot
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They made children play and dance y'all
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How dare ya mention you're an MC
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When the crowd disagrees on who claim to be
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Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you release
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And that only make the crowd boos increase
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Hey, may I say I'll stay a DJ
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MC who try to defeat me or portray
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One who claims he gain much respect
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But in a battle, straight up and down ya getting wrecked
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Cauise getting with me is definitely a slaughter
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Or diving in a pool head first without water
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So don't set yourself up to get brutalized
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That only happens when you're not energized
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Bit I'm so damn energized, I'm energetic
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That I can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic
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Oka, got it in your head, correct
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That I'm victoriouson any subect
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You disbelieve, then huh, call the title
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Then after one rhyme you'll be calling me your idol
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It's like..zap...another one on my jock strap
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Now you walk around praising my name
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Cause i'm slamming and I make you feel the pain
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You don't have what it takes to be an MC
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Ya just phony as ya wanna be
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Phony As Ya Wanna Be
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| The Genius |
