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Aight Alright so, am, turn my mic up, turn my headphones up, somethin 
I'm not... 
Yo, can you hear it, yet? 
Can't hear it right 
You can't hear yet? 
Nah, nah turn it up 
Yo 
Alright 
Premier 
So... 
Yeah? 
So, you want me to just kick some shit? 
Yeah, just kick a freestyle, whatever, it don't matter 
Alright. Bring me in 
2-3 

Verse: 
Hey, hot damn, ho, here I go again 
You know who I be, and you know watcha in for 
For your information 
Me, I be comin harder than ejaculation 
Evacuation on the premesis (I'm what?), I'm limitless 
Run it to the limit, like Emmitt Smith, I'm listed in the Guiness's 
For in the book of Genesis it reads 
In the beginning God created Heaven then he created me 
So you see 
It ain't no way on earth you can see me 
That's just how it B.E. 
You might as well drop that thought, cause it ain't goin down, G 
You wishin, I'll leave you curled up in the fetal position 
Impossible mission you think you gettin with Rage, well, then listen 
You're thinkin the unthinkable 
Rage is the unsinkable 
Who can do it better 
I gotta art for linkin letters 
A diva run it like Gail Dever 
Style so sick you think I got swamp fever 
To all non-believers 
Y'all ain't believin I rocks hard when I'm stoned like Steven 
The way I kill it I leave you in a process of grieven 
Leave you barely breathin 
Kicks it so hard I knock out your teeth and leave you teethin 
Take aim and shoot, knock you out your boots 
I be the beginning of a New Testament like Matthew, Mark, and Luke 
I turn the motha out in Levi Strauss 
No doubt, make suckas do an about 
Face, cut to the chase 
They told me haste makes waste 
And I'll waste you if you're hasty 
Lyrically, it don't take much to make me 
Fly off the handle 
Go off like Roman candles 
Scandalous not 
Band you like wristwratch 
Watch me clock a end, clock a grip 
Watch me grip that microphone and cold rock that bitch 
To your socks get hit 
From the esophogus my vocal range will expand 
And raise up and smack that ass like back hands 
I got that shit that leave your whole section deaded 
And, if you got no common sense you won't be ressurected 
Fed-Ex it, my successes didn't make it over night 
But over mics for you it could be over in just one night 
Cause the R hits like Thundar the Barbarian 
Neva in your life could you ever scar the Aquarian 
Water Bearer 
Great Granddaughter of Clara 
Bring the terror to your dome 
As you get nearer to my throne 
Them bones get crushed to dust 
Cause when it comes down to struttin my stuff 
It's necessary 
I get rough 
Cause I'm a lyrical genius no other could swing this 
Better than I (Why?) cause I'm one of the meanest 
Not givin a damn statin to all who I am 
No need to cram, cause now you fully understand 
That Robin is rockin, causin hippers to hoppin 
Try to stop what I'm droppin, and a box you'll be popped in 
Think twice, save your life, give me the mic 
I say it again, yo, it won't be nice 
You think I'm huffin and puffin, think I'm blowin and bluffin 
You hens can't begin to contend with Robin 
Voice smooth, lyrics lovely 
The hippest hip-hopper, got brothers tuggin to hug me 
Ah, dig 

Outro: 
Aight, damn, aight, that's enough. You got a level now? 
I'm shook cause I'm gonna be hoarse in a minute, come on 
Let's, let's do the song, the song, okay 
Premier, DJ Premier, Pr-Pr-Pr-Pre-mier 
Premi-Pr-Pr-Pr-Pr Wait, no, no, no, no, no, okay, okay 
Go back, go back, go back

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