I guarantee, you ain’t never heard a flow like thiiis
That’s all understood
You thought it was good
Take a little time to ponder this Author and book
I punch lines in ya head
Sing along with the hook
Do calisthenics and aerobics not as often as should
I flip words like Vanilla Ice, talking to Suge
See us Mobb so Deep
Even officers shook
We move ahead, like the King, Queen, Pawn and the Rook
Operation like Jesse you could call it a “Push”
Walk through the hood
No clan members walk in my hood
I’m the freedom that promoter slave calling to book
Run up on me like Toby?
That’ll cost you a foot
Arm and a leg
My pants sag off of the tush
I see you rappers like Medusa, now you rockin this look
Mark Twains, got me twisted like the Oliver book
They up to par, but this game like Golf and I’m Woods
Can’t touch this Hammer, wish you carpenters wood/would
Talk trash...
I show you where the garbage is put
You ain’t hardcore, floor soft as carpet I put...
More bacon on the table, more Sausage to cook
And it don’t matter if you build with Bricks, Sticks or Straw
When this rap shit blow, hold up....
It don’t matter if you build with Bricks, Sticks or Straw
When New Yak shit blow, you in the jaws of the Wolf
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