[Intro]
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One-two one-two
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I said ah-one-two one-two
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Right about now is the time
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I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh)
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[Joell Ortiz]
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Goddamn it he did it again, didn't he?
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Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock
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So it's time to get the cheese, y'all be rhymin like yo please
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I got that second bowel flow, I'm rhymin with the ease
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You never see me on lists inside these magazines
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But I'm (The Source) of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz
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In my (XXL) shirt, lion over my jeans
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It's like I'm fightin in Europe, I'm fire overseas!
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Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees
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I'm "nevaeh" in reverse, paradise in the P's
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I'm Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks
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Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch
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Who wan' be rap lunch? Me make your snack chump
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Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump!
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Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball
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If I swing in your direction I'll level you all like a measured wall
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[Interlude]
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The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
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Down came the rain and washed the spider out
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[Joell Ortiz]
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I'm the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill
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to fetch a pail of water, I took Jack's crown and pushed him down
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I manslaughter all around the damn border
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Optimus in his (Prime), a fuckin Transformer!
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Walk in any club I'm the subject of camcorders
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So I'm slidin out the back e'ry night with a man's daughter
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Puttin my you-know-what, you know where
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No not down there, in between both ears
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Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there
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What the fuck you expect? I fuck necks 'til they throat tears
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Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle
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Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble
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I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack
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Few years later I put them same drugs on the track
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Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can't toca
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So listen close chocha, CA?LLATE LA BOCA
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[Interlude]
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Twinkle twinkle little star
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How I wonder what you are
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[Joell Ortiz]
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Goddamn I'm the man, Mary had a little lamb
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whose fleece was white as snow
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I skinned him and ROCKED that lil' nigga to my show
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I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I'ma milk 'em for this dough
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I'm a pilgrim with the hoes - I could rock a Plymouth Sundance
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in dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job
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No prob, they go home I go.. hard
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And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart
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John Rambo got ammo for whole squads
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I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars
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I'm high and won't fall like a dope nod
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I'm outta here, every rhyme's a postdated postcard
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Don't mention my name, just keep playin yo' part
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Cause I got a (Gang) of (Wolves), Amadeus Mozart's
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I don't smile, ain't gon' set it
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See you in the hospital spellin YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics!
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[Outro]
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Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
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And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow
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Y'all can't fuck with Joell
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That nigga's nice!
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Y'all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand
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Ha ha, the little kids, hehe
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Nursery Rhyme
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Joell Ortiz |