One of the greatest rapper walk - I'm sayin'
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In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
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Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
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You, boy, drop your bundle bring your butt 'ere
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A soldier, what I do to that hood?
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"Are you that slave everybody tellin' me rap good?
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Calm down, not goin' ta murder ya
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Clean yourself, Pharaoh said he wanna have a word with ya"
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My mom, pop, look concerned
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After takin' a shower, dress and returned
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The soldier, kinda on the dark end
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Brought me in, the motherfucking palace was barking
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In the midst, a poet, dryin'
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Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him
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Motherfucker got some nerve
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said "Bring slave forward, let me observe"
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He asked me my name and start badge'n me
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"Ricky, what?", 'Ricky, your majesty'
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And bowed because I had to
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"Kick a rap that shit better sound fat too"
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Who rotten 'em
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Plaits swing, but have you forgot that I'm
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Biggest big shot since King Tut and 'em (who rotten 'em)
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Kidsville, motherfucker couldn't sit still
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All bitches is open off Rick's grill (who rotten 'em)
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Definitely exhort, any stalkin'
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Hawk gawkin' in silk fabric when I'm walkin (who rotten 'em)
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Fondle with right, yet, spec get delighted
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All of that jungle shit, white sweat.
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"He's fat" queen said to the Pharaoh excited and
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did seem obvious the rap delighted him
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Then start banging on appliance (Yes your honour?)
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"Send this other rapper to the lions" (Please, no!)
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Pleaing with merit, if you kill of my sake
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My raps will lose spirit
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'Please let him live, I prefer that'
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"OK, well, send him where this slave used to work at"
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Do or die jammin' me into
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Even was allowed to move the family in too
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Any beat bet I rap good on
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Even gave me mad nice outfits to put on
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Knowing that my rap style bumped many
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And expecting some important company
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The king visits where I was put to rights
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"Slave, your behind better rap real good tonight"
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In other words, lay your mack down
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'Cause these cats not the one to sound whack round
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So that night, when they summonsed me to clapping
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Took a deep breath and then began rapping
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Who rotten 'em
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Try to find out what excite, what I write,
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What ignite with
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Lion never once tried to bite Rick (who rotten 'em)
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Excusely, assumed to meek, refuse to greet
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A smoother geek, just move ya feet (who rotten 'em)
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Shocked all dippin' and stoppin'
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Even slave owner wanted me to whip a mad fucker (who rotten 'em)
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Shakin' any prison, kickin' back, sick of crap
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Ancestor breakin' when a nigger rap
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Well it was obvious the rap's unpluggin'
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Dignitaries spat wine out they mouth, buggin'
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Guess they never heard that type of tactic
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Gold sandals all over their fat steps
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One dignitary overwhelmed and said
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"I'll give you half the eastern border if you sell him"
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Back at the rest spot to nap a bit
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Mom! Pop! They delighted with the rapper did
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"Son", my mom said sweepin' up
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"That lunatic'll kill you if you don't keep it up"
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What's wrong with you, "Son, I'm not scornin' you
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Leave your best for a rainy day, I'm warnin' you"
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Ripped my ego apart
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So I set upon a mission to change the king heart
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'Sire, whippin' don't pay off
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A lot more done you give a nigga one day off'
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He took my advice, instead of yell again
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Sir noticed that my input was accurate intelligence
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That type meant a stripe, kids
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Even after he died, I still write raps like this
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Who rotten 'em
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All teacher and scholar try proceed me, believe me
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I am all culture that can need be (who rotten 'em)
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And superior juice to abuse, I choose
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Use words racist slave owner used to (who rotten 'em)
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Sandwich known crook, redbone hook too
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Got his own language and own look too (who rotten 'em)
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Not only ass wipes, swept side kick
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Shocker and them niggas even try to dress like Rick
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Who rotten 'em
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Who Rotten 'Em
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| Slick Rick |
