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Verse 1: 

I'm gettin' restless 
What guessless 
I'm rushin' the percusion 
End of discusion 
Now as you were 
Your rhymes soft like fur 
Oh' you wright for her 
Well that explanit it 
But I reign it  I rule it 
So cool it  while I school it 
Listen to percision 
Rhyming  timing  climbing through your window 
(Crooklyn style) be in yo 
Damagin' your whole premises 
Don't never diss 
Cause here's your address 
Cause me by yes, so come test me no 
Like Patra, I got it soul like Sanatra 
Organize rhymes in effect 
Snap that neck, like E-Double if there be trouble 
So, move on, there's nothing to see here 
Clear the area 
Your rhymes are dead, hit the berrier 
To vary a I'm very a effetive I might add 
Original rude, since I was a little lad 

(chorus: I neva go back, I neva flowed wack 
I just come back, I just come phat 2x) 

Verse 2: 

I'm pumpin' like Donivan plus 
I'm a little vicious 
I eat mcees cause they delicious 
It's just, that so mistrust but I dust rhymes like a maid 
Now I'm back with How 
Stompin' like a parade, all up and down Fifth Ave 
So you riff have plenty of back, cause I attack, like blood cells 
Fighting off diseased mcees 
Like Super Freinds, in a metropolis, in a super Bense 
With Howie, now we, got two threes 
Fuck it, six, gimmie the mix, and I'm a kill em' with the lyrics 
So dig a plot, and nigga got, seven 
Never doubt, I go all out, scadida 
You need a map 
You need a rap 
You need a slap 
You need a nap 
So take one, because your tired 
I get so phat, I feel wired 
But I never sell, or fall, cause I never fell 

(chorus: 2x) 

Verse 3: 

I don't beg 
I break your leg like an egg 
And fry it try it, and see what happen when I'm rappin' 
Shit start 
So don't get smart like Max 
Cause cold hard facts prevail 
I don't sell, I don't turn pale 
But I'm very ill, I'm fatal 
I rock rhymes like a cradle 
Many days, many ways, let me count em' 
Everybody that I caught, everybody thought 
But but, bu bu but, don't stutta 
Just say it 
Shit is budda 
Now don't that feel betta 
Get a sweata 
Cause it's gettin' colda 
Every time I holda 
Mic, niggaz freeze up, so eaze up like, off the scrotum 
Cause you wrote um', like you know dum' 
So let me show dum', real rhymes 
Cause I feel I might start buggin', if you don't back up off the mic 
The lyrical war is on, and so I strike 

Chorus 4X

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