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Huh! Think you're hard? You're as limp as a balloon with no air in!
I'll be gunnin' down the Flyboy like the fucking Red Baron
I'm on the case all night and day, I don't let up for hours
I'm as big as Fat Bastard staright outta Austin Powers
I'm a groovy man of Mystery, baby, deadly when I'm shaggin'
Sweated up like Bruce Lee, Enetering the Dragon—
Say it louder just to get it through the powder clogging up your brain
My tongue is a machete, yo, cutting through that sugar cane
Straight edge it cuts deeper, to the muthafuckin bone
So watch out for the shrapnel every time I hit the microphone
Making like you're playas when you know you're just the Man's tools
You've been swallowed by the Game, yo, but I'm making my own rules
Don't need no weapon no posse no diamonds no dope
I got my brain and my hands and my heart and my hope
I cannot be defeated by you sucker MCs
You can never take me down because my mind is free
Yo.
(collapses in hysterics of laughter)
[ 13-07-2001: Message edited by: Jack Fear ] |
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