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Another Laze production with an even smoother sound
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It's 1994 and I'm taking breaking suckers down
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To they lowest element, they claim it's irrelevant
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That they ain't true artists but they do it for the hell of it
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I'm the schizophrenic tenet in your house
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And when you pop that shit, hurry scurry like a mouse
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Suckers getting busted in they teeth when they fuck around
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I'll call you Bozo Lollipop 'cause you're a sucker, clown
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You're rhymes are just a drizzle and I be weatherwise
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Guys pissing on they mother like it was DEAD/ALIVE
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But step for a battle of snaps and I'll beat you
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Your mother's like Bologna but she'll still refuse to meet you
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Teaching like a professor but yet the intellectuals
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Say my rhyme's divine though it's still ineffectual
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Shove your arguments, get in line and take a number, son
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I'm the motherfucker that be number one
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Number one on your hit list but also on the playlist
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Of the radio stations that promised me they'd play this
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Five years in the game yet I still have to answer to
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New jack fans looking for shit for dancing to
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They all disappointed when they hear me start to roll
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'Cause I ain't sayin' "Whoot" or "Fiz-uck the hiz-oe"
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That ain't mi stylee and I be wondering
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Why the drizzle rhymers seem to be thundering
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On the charts but yet they started rhyming last month
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I'm at a midnight snack you just past lunch
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It ain't my fault I ain't speakin' on a blunt or gun
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Just to prove the fact that I'm number one
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All the fools was acting foolish like it was they job
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But year after year I make more hits than the mob
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Brothers want to battle on the mic they can shove it
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'Cause this is my job and Goddamn it, I love it
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Producers hear my tracks and turn a shade of envy green
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'Cause have you ever sampled from Stanley Turrentine?
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I doubt it you'll get routed 'cause the shit that I flip
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Is like a stack of fecal pancakes here's my syrup let it drip
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Other lyricists are hearing this and pissing in they pants
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Scared of the small guy in the kick-your-ass stance
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Dance if you want to, but let me spin the vinyl
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I can work a crowd like college kids at finals
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You wanted a piece of me, see what your luck did?
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Grab yourself a Stairmaster and step up, kid
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When they hear me rhyming, brothers catching woodies: lumber's fun
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So chop a cherry tree and lie for number one
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Num Bawon (Remix)
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