[Sole]
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Dear El-Pee,
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How's your summer been?
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Mine's been fine
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I heard you had a real good time at camp
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Oh, yeah, I talked to Len, he said everythings cool
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Oh, yo, I really liked "End To End Burner"
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That little diss me thing on the internet was pretty funny
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Yeah it's live sucker
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Uh, yeah, and I was talking, ya know,
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trying to sell my records to distributors
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And they wouldn't take it because, you know
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Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny to blackball
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Well, you know, I wrote a little poem about it
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and I really hope you like it
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So have your mother read it to you
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and if you guys like it you can write me back
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I'm a Anticon iconoclast catalyst for cataclysm
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Tell Fox dissing Sole, bad executive decision
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Your egosystem's frail, with a spoon I could dissect it
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Soundin' like Corky got his nubs on a websters dictionary
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A Ras Kass record and a brand new MPC
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Pressing all them pretty buttons making wack beats
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To hell with phat beats I'd rather rock acapella
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I'd rather be broke and have a whole'lotta resent
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Not a rich king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee on
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Check out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got served in neon
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Trendy indie underground 'cause you haven't got a choice
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Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a voice
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No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and banners
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No paying record stores for all your Rawkus propaganda
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Well-timed marketing scheme, its cool to be independent
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But if it was last year you'd be a dun or a Missy Elliot
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And after your indie bravado and the label has recouped
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You're broker than when Libra left you crying for a record deal from Luke
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I strike you awestruck you femanine to blackball
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I'll be serving you 'till you're serving me ice cream in a mall
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Some fool said this is an underground Canibus and LL
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Well that's comedy, 'cause I'll serve all three of y'all
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Heard Rupert had to starve all the indie artists to feed your ego
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Running around the Bay looking for Sole with your foot in your mouth
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I heard you like the Bay (castro) but think four tracks are wack
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Lost in the ozone and all your mixdowns sound like crap
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Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster catch phrase and babble
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Indellibles'll never get a full-length 'cause you don't wanna be outshined
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Fine, I heard you wanna kill me and get fools after me
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The only violence you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
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Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
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I elevate while you perpetuate your malopropism
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[Sole mimmicking El-P]
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Yo, wha, what did he just call me dun?
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Yo, I don't know man
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Yo, I, I don't know what he just called you man
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Well, yo, go get the books, go get the Bible
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Yo, man, well apparently you must have ripped all the pages out in the dictionary
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man, 'cause you've used all the words
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So I'm never gonna find out what he called me?
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He's usin' big words against me?
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Yo, this is intrepid god
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I'm a hip hop artist, you style biting emcee sucker
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Had a crayon contest with retarted kids and picked the wackest album cover
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Picked the wrong emcee to diss subliminally, every line dissected
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Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to your face and on record
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For the record, I know the muck from which out you have stepped
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First you sound like Beatnuts, then you're mr. 4,000 syllables
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One bar, out of breath on stage a failure
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Gotta quit rockin' mics and start rockin' an asthma inhaler
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El-Producto, independent as Fox
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Since when do indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
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By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
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Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out their music
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Underground conspiracy, but this ain't used by No Limit
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Mad 'cause you didn't blow up, the victim of your own wack gimmick
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But some fools bought into it 'cause they don't know no better
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That you're a hamburger pimp, only out for the cheddar
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Yo, what's a battle emcee that can't freestyle?
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All those references to imaginary emcee's, come battle me
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Remember in Boston, you starting calling fools out?
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| And when emcee's tried to battle, you were the first to br |
