[Scrap Lover]
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SURPRISE! Guess who's on the rise?
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And competition, I'm takin, and breakin em down to size
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I operate around the clock like city bus
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Never take five, cause yo when you rest, you rust
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Be advised, that I pack heat for beef
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I'm knockin brothers out the box, and knockin out teeth
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Twenty-one years young and I got the knack
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(You got it!) to attack and scoop girls like a set of jacks
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Ruff rhymes that rag any rap herb
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Built by the best to bust swerves like a sharp curve
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Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact
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every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack track
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Twice as nice, but smooth as silk
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Somebody writin for Scrap, is like givin a cow milk
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I release, to make it hard for the fellas to cease
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cause I'm the type to make noise, I don't make peace
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Here's a new jack, ready to SWING
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And bring the hype type of freestyle rhyme for the crowd to sing
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Some say there's a party, but it looks like a job to Scrap
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I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap
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Me and ?Slap?, we run together through the city
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The nitty gritty, always together like titties
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By any chance that I do get burnt
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You better believe that I'm comin back, just like a tax return
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"Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
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Here we go y'all! (6X)
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"Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
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Here we go!!
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[Scoob Lover]
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Move over to the side, let a slim brother wreck it
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It's that Scoob Lover kid, so pull up a chair and CHECK IT
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When I get wild like Heathcliff, or Dennis the Menace
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It's like food to a fat man, finished
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I bust your head like a apple (A APPLE)
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And pour the blood in a jar, tell your moms that it's Snapple
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And wait around my way for your crew, who's next
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Cause I be lookin out my window with a nine like Malcolm X
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There's no comp, they all got stomped so
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Dream on.... dream away.... WELL OKAY!
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And play like Shante, and _Have a Nice Day_
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I drop rhymes that go boom (BOOM!)
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And I can get funky like a high school locker room
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Don't even think that I'm country country bamma
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Scoob is hittin harder than a heavy heavy sledgehammer
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I rock songs to make your grandmother dance
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My rhymes are more together than a girl in biker pants
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I'm never backed up, I never once had a fronter
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Boy I get more beeps than a roadrunner *beep-beep*
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I never sweat the girls when it comes to a phone call
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I got things sewn up tighter than a football
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So skip to my loo or get stomped by my crew
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Brooklyn's in the house and ain't a damn thing new
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"Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
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Here we go y'all! (6X)
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"Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
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Here we go!!
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Here comes the Prince of Darkness ready to spark this
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and show the people just who is the hardest
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Ruff and rugged, kind of similar to a nugget
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But yet and still, I manage to keep the groove, smoove
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Rebel for wreck them rappers I dissect them
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Cause anything I say on the mic will affect them (HOW?)
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So bad, they gotta run for shelter
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So rappers take flight like they work for Delta
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They know I ain't havin it, styles with no crab in it
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Fakin and flakin it child, you're sadly mistakin
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Cause who's a rapper here that Kane rip on the mic
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and start flowin *ZOOM* Yo yo yo, where you goin?
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That's how they flee from me, the B, the I-G
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Damn man, you know my pedigree, huh
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The gangsta, murdera, killa to ya
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for sure endure to injure him or her
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The breaker the taker money-maker never a faker
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My lyrics are built like Schwarzaneggar
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So all my competition gets destroyed
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You need to put your weak rhymes on steroid
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For you to ever to press up on the mightiest man
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to rip a show and flow, provin that competition CAN'T GO
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Because I do all, it's easy for you to fall
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I move all rappers like my name was U-Haul
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"Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
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Here we go y'all! (6X)
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"Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap"
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"and Mister Cee"
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"Well it's the Kane"
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"bring me on, and ah"
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"Scoob Lover"
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"bring me on, and ah"
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"Scrap Lover"
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"bring me on, and ah"
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"Here comes Kane, Scoob, Scrap S |