Other MC's, I want you to know
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If you ever wanna battle me, don't move slow
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Come and get it cause I'm waitin and I got nowhere to go
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Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow
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We can throw
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Badself
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When I get busy, the crowd gets dizzy
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And when I'm on the stage, the party people say, "Is he
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Really human or is he a robot?"
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Because when I'm on the microphone nobod-
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y does the things that I do
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My voice will guide you
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Once you hear it, it stays inside you
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Hypnotizing and mesmerizing
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The cerebral cortex, but without realizing
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You become confused and so enthused
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Cause the rhymes I use can make you lose
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Total control, and if I choose
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To call you the paperboy you'll spread the news
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Like Paul Revere: "A real rapper is here!"
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Yeah, "Moe Dee is coming, Moe Dee is coming"
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And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter
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Nothing is the matter, you're just looking at a
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Real rap trooper with a power so super
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After battlin me, I guarantee you won't recouper-
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ate cause I am great, I can make you hate
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To ever look in the mirror and affiliate
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Yourself with anything but an average person
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Lovin my success but envious and cursin
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You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker
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Just gimme a pound cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha-
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Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-
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I put a hurtin on rappers, egos are crushed
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Pride is swallowed, asses are bust
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Hearts are taken, souls cremated
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Lips are sealed and they hate it
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Overrated rappers made it
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On a wing and a prayer with old beats updated
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But I'm not like you bitin barbarics
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Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics
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I'm cyanide, deadly and lethal
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I never run out, I got an automatic refill
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I never get cold, I only get lukewarm
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When I wanna get hot, I have a real brainstorm
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Ideas start flowin, my talents start showin
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And if the music stops, Moe Dee keeps goin
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I'm bigger than life and deeper than death
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The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef
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Boy, are these MC's really startin to irk me
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Make it to the top, then try to jerk me
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Ask em who's the best, their shoulders start shruggin
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Like they don't know, they must be buggin
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But I like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty
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And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy
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So remember that if you wanna act like a sucker
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Don't ever make me mad cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha-
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Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-
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I'm the kinda rapper that a dummy won't dig
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My IQ's too high, my words are too big
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My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample
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Some things I won't do, and here's an example
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I won't make a 'La-Di-Da-Di', an 'Oh Veronica'
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A 'Dear Ivette' or a La-'Latoya'
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I'm not tryin to dis the rappers that made these cuts
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As a matter of fact I like them, but
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Records like that are for the average MC
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Not for the highly rated Moe Dee
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I have a formula, I'm like a scientist
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And I must put words together like this
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My voice is a ?????, coming out an orophus
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Expressing ?????, verbally or if it's
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Mental ??asymetrics?? that makes me so electric
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By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected
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A walking time bomb that can't be disconnected
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I'm a rhymer with a timer, I'm a english dialectic
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My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon
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My soliloquy will affect ya like Farrakhan
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Love me or hate me, agree or debate me
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Watchin suckers gather round, bow down ????? be-
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Cause what I do orally I something so morally
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Stimulating, emmulating heat that's corally
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My mind is both flexible and resillient
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Pugnacious, tenacious ??????, I'm brilliant
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Through rigorous training, it's self-explaining
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Why I'm standing on the top and that's where I'm remaining
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My brain rocks like Mr. Spock's
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And any other MC's are knocked out the box
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So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker
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Sucker MC's, I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad (mutha-)
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Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-
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Now I was never solo, I was always in a group
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So now you new jacks are a little too souped
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So if you think you could take mine
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Then come on and make my
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Day, you idiot, you knew from the giddy-up
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You didn't have a chance
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