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on the front page of the Source
And despite the ways, you niggaz playa hate
That RBL is breakin wails in every state 
Don't perpitrate though I heard you wanna
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!

Posse, yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
that while rollin in a ride at the same time
Listen to the bassline
By T.C.
And my nigga named Black see
Poem like d-o-p-e
Sayin fresh rhymes for the RBL
an order of that to go then

Inner City Posse's got the Dogbeats
ICP we got the Dogbeats

No you don't stop with the funk from the old days
Start on your
where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them
And there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us, my posse's kicking up
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them
And there's really not that many of us
Ladies love us, my posse's
Prepare yo mind fo the rebirth. 

Ha ha, check it out. On a bitch, (RBL Posse) fo a bitch, (Double R) 
Dedicated to a bitch, (sideways) an the hook'll go
the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack 
It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat 
Guns and violence, that we don't promote 
Just takin what's ours
by the Bay
A nigga who gets his mug on and mack on, but anyway
On any day we can get em up or shoot em up
Havin that ass bounce three times while my
Turn you over like a bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
Like a fiend for the weed ill tweak
4 15's in you're trunk that's beat
Proper ass amps
lecture has tecture 

If you're wack I say next sir 

Who's next cause I've got no time for weakness 

Only the teacher speaks this 

Dialect, which
cold turn the party out

[Chorus: x4]

Rap combat squares sat and I attack
Any crab MC that's down wit the whack
And I wreck and if I can not snap
RBL
And the siccer I come, the more they run
I'm in a rage, off that indo and cocaine
You got my fade nigga that was my chewy
Fuck ya crew cause ya crew
face
That's the time, you know the place
Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
Detects in effect, cold doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?",
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
heard that fucking nine blast
Evil be this Posse crew
Cause we have no L-O-V
So we watch you burn in our pits

{Lord Infamous}
They always ask me
Do you
Just, just check out teacher and the way that I evolved
Since last time, I'm truly perfection
But, don't balance this with the other LP
For the last
Open hearts on the floor as I explore 

rappers that wanted to be more than number four 

Number one's a hard spot; either you fight 

or get shot,
where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them
And there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us, my posse's kicking up
where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them
And there's really not that many of us.
Ladies love us, my posse's kicking up
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools 
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel 
No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal 
K-A, microphone
say you are

Nationwide, shit, on yo ass, ho we movin far
Not buyin that shit, Prophet Posse, Triple fuckin 6
Smilin, clownin, upside down
you
Turn you over like a little bitch pull out my dick and I'm a fuck ya
And like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
Four 15's in your trunk that's beef
you
Turn you over like a little bitch and I'm a fuck ya
And like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
Four 15's in your trunk that's beef
Proper ass amps ???
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Tightly knit, my script is legit
I'm force feedin competition, more rebel shit
Rhymes on a roll, cold yet bold
I did "Posse