well I've been a public figure for quite a long time
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known to the whole world for what (my style of rhyme)
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but tonight let's talk about the ones who bite
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although they know they won't (never get it right)
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because they have no (class) and they have no (shame)
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they'll bite another brother to boost their own (name)
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get paid correct on a one way gimmick
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I'm happy for you lowlifes but 'member there's a limit - so say
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teacher, teacher, tell me how you do it
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it looks kinda easy like there was nothing to it
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but they don't understand that the master will be
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the creator of the style (Ricky D)
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teacher, teacher, tell me how you do it
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it looks so easy like there was nothing to it
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but they don't understand that the master will be
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the creator of the style (Ricky D)
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when I walk into a party cokesnorters laugh
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as the girls be crazy coming for my mere autograph
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and it seems that they aspiring my new style of rappin'
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and brothers all around me out of vanity are snappin'
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the girls say 'wow Rick you're so unique
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please tell us how you organize the words you speak'
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but my will says chill and I go upon my way
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'cause class will be taught some other day - so say
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teacher, teacher, tell me how you do it
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it looks kinda easy like there was nothing to it
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but they don't understand that the ruler will be
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the creator of the style (Ricky D)
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teacher, teacher, tell me how you do it
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it looks so easy like there was nothing to it
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but they don't understand the ruler will be
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the creator of the style (Ricky D)
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well I remember one night when the world was dead quiet
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and out of nowhere some boy starts a riot
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he tore my clothes, I had to throw blows
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a shotgun barrel was dead on my nose
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I froze - it was Big Foot and the Toes
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yup, a bunch of small timers that (be it?) on my shows
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surrounded the ruler with machetes too
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they said um 'if you don't teach us how to rap you're through'
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I said 'okay, now let me go, please'
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I seen an officer - then the officer screamed 'freeze!'
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he said 'Slick Rick you okay?'
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I had to play it off, some girls were looking my way
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so I smacked one in the face and told him 'I won't retire'
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and many years from now I'll just be getting higher
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for I am the master, set and done
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my name is Ricky D and I'm the only one - so say
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(...Ricky D) - (...Ricky D)
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now when I was a lad my style was bad
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so I had to use what little bit of knowledge that I had
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so I quote and I wrote 'till I was up to par
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some rhymes were (boo-hoo) and some rhymes were (hahahaa!)
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I educate myself so I'm able to reach ya
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answering the call of teacher, teacher
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tell us how you do it, it's so easy for me
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the creator of the style, emcee Ricky D
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now my only task is to warn all biters
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slimy sluts and fake rhyme writers
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don't try your luck and get the ruler annoyed
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for when I'm through with you boy your whole world will be destroyed
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so chill mister muscle or I'll come and hunt ya
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if you are a girl I'll make no man want ya
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so if you wanna rule and no [?] in the way
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pay attention to my syllables and come see me and say hey hey
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teacher, teacher, tell me how you do it
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it looks so easy like there was nothing to it
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but they don't understand the ruler will be
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the creator of the style (Ricky D)
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teacher, teacher, tell me how you do it
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it looks kinda easy like there was nothing to it
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but they don't understand that the ruler will be
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the creator of the style (Ricky D)
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Teacher, Teacher
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| Slick Rick |
