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to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
There has to be some explanation for this insanity
Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)
Now give me the dank
Niggas claim they want
Boy I want to impregnate?
Dr. Dre said Slim Shady you a cutie (Uh huh)
I'll give you a deal let me up in that booty (OK!)
Well since age 12 I felt like
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
suck my *dick* that is the radio edit
I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fuckin assholes

Battle me,
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back

And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back.
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men.
With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in.
For
get you far
2000 Overnights later 'n' I'm still not on the radio

Got a new Best Friend
He was more than Sittin' In
'N' we were makin' our mark
Christ above that's the worst I've seen in more than seventeen
Somebody says I think I remember him now
Used to see him hanging round but it's hard to be
than radio metal 
And she's so good 
But, she's no good for me 

Oh, Miss Delaney 
What's the matter? 
You waited by the window 
(You waited by
Uh go Macy!

You tell me so much that I know it by heart
How to taught me everything and took me to the top
I'm higher than the mountains over
frustrated cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
the spot so so give us room
We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical
When we take the stage see a miracle
I realize today nothing is more vestigial
Than
the spot so so give us room
We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical
When we take the stage see a miracle
I realize today nothing is more vestigial
Than
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
The songs they plague me more than I can say

In the tape I made you
Hope you think of me when it plays through
Feel kind of sad now that its done

And you
original B-Boy, my peeps call me Merc'
I'm from N.Y.C., so see why in me
There's a lot of hustlin', found around my cheek
Sippin' strawberry daq, that
shoulder and peepin' around corners
My mind is playin' tricks on me

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
There's a party going on in here, for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil
So deal with that, troop, we're troopers
The only air time you get
The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots
Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks
The blue baggy bender boys, that's
tomorrow, starving
Welcome to the club, registration
We'll be out here collecting nation's revelations
Sensations of latter day saints
And more lies than
y'all
Finally making paper legal
Bitch I'm flyer than a seagull
Fresh as fuck, that's by default
I hit Schoolboy Q to borrow bucket hats
Why you