Uhh! Put your weight on it
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Uhh, and uh, Prince Paul, bring me on and uh
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Aiyyo Botch, bring me on and uh
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Mad Money Murph just bring me on and uh
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Just bring me on, yo
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This is a world premier and I'm here
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A presentation beyond compare
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So MC's step to the rear as I break through
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Girls say ooh and then skip to my loo
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That means dance as I get smooth with
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Poetic perfection that you can groove with
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Just like a passenger, hurry and fasten your seatbelt
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cause I'm about to start broadcastin
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the words of wisdom, so turn up the system
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loud and clear, I don't want no one to miss one
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word to be heard never blurred or slurred
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The preferred is absurd, all the damage that's occured
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As I break MC's like a lumberjack
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Ain't no comin back, you can't get none of that
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I'm not the type of MC to be merciful
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So if your name ain't Jermaine take it personal
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Cause like a vigilante I'm gonna kill off any
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sucker MC that tries to withstand me
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With the mic in my hand I start flowin then
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all competition flee and start goin in
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the other direction, run for protection
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Cause I can burn an MC like an erection
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You're too small kid, don't get involved with
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the verbal law for the Nation of Islam
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Wisdom I speak makes your head nod
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Showin I got the power, and that's from bein born the God
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But many doubt my Knowledge of Self
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But they're just illiterate, so I don't consider it
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Feedin off poison that's pollutin their mind
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and that's the reason I don't swine
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I gotta maintain, accelerate my brain
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and god damn, it's hard being the Kane
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Give it to me! C'mon!
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C'mon! Uhh!
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Give it to me! Give it here!
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Give it to me! Yeah..
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This is the proper way man should use ink
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But you're at your brink and your rhymes are extinct
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Just like a dinosaur, but you never find a more
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cause mine'll keep sellin on wax like some kind of whore
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Let me inject this, flow of electric currency
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for all the party people preferrin me
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and spectatin like a tourist, cause you never
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saw this style of rap kickin like Chuck Norris
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But this ain't Kung-Fu, no I just brung you
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a style, that phony MC's were too young to
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digest, when I manifest, you adolescent
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So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson
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And this one's for your listenin pleasure
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Somethin for all the bitin MC's to treasure
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Just like a diary, for you to admire me
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before you're put in the Dead Poet's Society
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Cool as a draft, droppin math in a paragraph
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I laugh as the wrath break in half, your whole staff
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But many MC's were able to retreat
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Runnin like an athlete, but I got bad feet
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So I don't chase ya, nor do I wait to face ya
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Nah it ain't in my nature
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I just rip shop, flip-top, and watch MC's get dropped
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as I manifest in hip-hop
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Rhymes I construct are tough like a Tonka truck
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And just like lightnin they struck
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down on all the toy MC's that annoy
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That's how I build and destroy
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The poetic printer, rough rhyme inventor
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with a groove so smooth you can't help but get into
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So I'm advisin competition to flee
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cause I can bake an MC like Chef Boyardee
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Holdin my own on the microphone
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Cause I break bones just like sticks and stones
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So let it rain let it rain as I put em in pain
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God damn, it's hard bein the Kane!
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Give it to me! Get up!
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Come on! Uhh!
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Give it to me! Come on!
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Give it to me! Yeahhh
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Put in a pause, because here's the holocaust
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Above all laws, in effect and all yours
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Cause I came to blaze a taste of bass of grace
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A replace, erase the waste without a trace
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My vocabulary will just have you very
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dazed and amazed so I fear no adversary --
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that means competition
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They can't even touch this, even with ammunition
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Break out the gauge and go into an outrage
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and I'ma still blow up the stage
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Cause this is a death threat, but don't let your sweat get
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in the way of your vision don't be missin when I get set
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to go on a rampage, start a one man rage
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Total destruction as I rip up the damn stage
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And leave it in ruins from the damage that I'm doin
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to prepare the atmosphere, as I put you in
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the mood for the Smooth Operator to start this flow
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And so..
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I crush |