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me don't quit my day job 
I spit with the real rap gift like Christmas, yeah, so haters, take off 
This is the bloody version, cut up ya buddy version

to politic I chop a brick up in the crib like karate kid . 

Yo, i'm the best in my set i dare you come stop me 

My Bars kill the subject my hooks move at god

Uh huh Uh huh
Real Rap
V. Nova
We' in the motherfuking building Roof on fire till it's no ceiling
No fireman go go Let's go Brooklyn
You are now

niggas shoot "pew pew bldddded uh" like they in the league 
Nigga stop fucking with me 
I hear the beat and i'm killing the beat 
I see your bitch and i'm

Winter Warz

Raekwon

Don't Be a Menace to South Central While You're Drinking Your Juice in the Hood

1996

and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more gains than

perguntam onde paro
não sabem onde eu andei
minha batalha principal é fazer lucros em 1 day
então precisas ter em conta with me, you never play
porque...

your block got hoes on me
I just can't stop whoring (fah, fah)
I just can't stop whoring (eee)
So much pussy, I'm exploring (ugh)
And if God says my days

some molly, geekin with my thunder, tucked
Never slackin' even though I'm throwed' the molly, gas me up
Rollin' loud, can't feel my body, numb, I know I

her, call the nurse
I can't go back; ain't no reverse
Yeah, she bad but she ain't got no cash, how this shit supposed to work?
Think your ex-nigga did

traveling
Niggas cant rap with us
Music with some crack in it
Spirits up blasting it
Blasting it
Blasting it
Now cry to this
Laugh to this
Ride to this
Rap

Soundman

Organized Konfusion

The Equinox

1997

blendin them in wit, homynyms entered in
and by embalmin them wit, shit, whenever I spit
No need for me to go get old hit, records to go gold wit
Yo' shit

rockin' the mic check
Who's up next? Not impressed by their lyrical disconnect
So I stride on the scene with my plain white tee
No bling, no Gucci, just

Whip It

Philippe Wynne

Electro Classics, Vol. 2: Deep Beats

1996

I guess the mission is for y'all to rap with this (Whip!, WHIP!)
Rap rhyme all the time whip it (WHIP WHIP WHIP OWWW!)

[Kool Moe Dee] Ladies

Sorry for the wait
Got a project baking
I think this thing is on the way
By the way I'm ovulating 
No plan B can stop this baby
Broke with a nest egg

Attendance

KRS-One

The Sneak Attack

2001

was the first to produce mix and write
At the same time up in the club rockin the mic?
Who was the first to have a DJ and a side man?
The first

tickin'
Part of why I can't flock with em
Y'all rally at the club, me and buddies huddling up
While we double down for another dub
Gotta tally that up

can’t even trust ya relatives
Stop making babies high off sedatives
Always DTF I don’t care when it is
If she on her period shit then head it is
We still

crunk music, southern rap
I'm so wasted with every sub-genre in my blood stream
Me and MoneySaidiT hit that studio at 14
Downloaded every beat, so that we

upfront
Stop trynna help me, man, I don't need your help
Can't you admit you were wrong just once?
I'm a good role model teaching the youth like I'm

Fortnite with my teeth

Hey man, got a gun for me?
God damn, ain't gonna give you one for free
Can't you lend a bandage or potion to me?
Crazy, I babysit

Poet Laureate II

Canibus

Rip the Jacker

2003

Permitting you heard of Beelzebub
A tale of demons and drugs, pissy drunk in the club
With the DJ doing the needle rub
Chances are you'll never see me son

Pick it up
Turn it up
Mix it up
Drink it up

We up in here, 
This is the end, 
So come with me, 
You'll be no longer afraid. 

T-Stock in this bitch

now
I'm gonna leave them with a man down
I give them something that they can't doubt

You up in the club having a breakdown
All the meanwhile I take

posse
Try to fake a move and bumrush me like a Nazi
Underground club where the kids throw like 
I almost got an avalanche dropped on my shoulders