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Let me knock him out [VERSE 1] Uppercut Right jab Left, left, duck What?! Feather weight MC’s get plucked Cause when they rumble in my jungle the season’s duck Chicken I’m hungry like I’m poverty stricken So I can move from eating mics to eating dames on the weekend This here is uncut Raw base Cooked in the kitchen That raw taste Bare knuckles to face So listen (yea-yea) I represent a coalition Of rap niggas who move with a warriors ambition And are distinguished for the art of hit And never miss So when we war Opposition vacate the premisses They Letras de cancionesRelocate We take over their position Rook to king Checkmate We take control of their munition Then pursue our mission Straight cutting out the fake With surgical precision So don’t sleep stay awake See [HOOK] Some MCs come and MCs go But yo The fellas love it when this MC flows Everybody knows a lot of rappers front They pose So I put 100% into each one of my shows Some MCs come and MCs go But yo The ladies love it when this MC flows Everybody knows a lot of rappers front They pose So I put 100% into each one of my shows [VERSE 2] Take my word for it Or ask about me So nice on mics your lady offered me the house key I know you doubting me like “That ain’t likely” But ask her, I’m a gentleman I declined her politely See I got respect for the next mans girl But if the next man ain’t got respect for me Well That’s a different scenario all together I make your wife double back on her vowels for ever ever I Skate to that chick who act so stush And be like “bitch, you’re a waste of my time!” Then kick-push You know them out of line snub nose hoes Who ain’t even worth a rhyme, sonnet or prose So As far as respect goes I leave it at that I respect those who breathe it right back Or show it I’m a poet so emotion is my second name My love and devotion resurrect the game [HOOK] [BRIDGE] That’s how I stay on top of things Maintain my balance till the fat lady sings Dance around opponents like Ali in a ring Shadow boxing to stay tougher than oxen skin [VERSE 3] Peep the way I tango Mic commando Black like Bojangles Speak the anglo-saxon when I handle Mics with a twist of rhythm that’s at an angle Don’t hang with the fake I watch them dangle Yo I got flow Hear me do-si-do and limbo Until I touch the floor Check it I groove like it’s ’64 In a negro disco With an ego and big afro Yo It’s R-double O You know the rest Rap to me is child’s play So lyrically I molest I take advantage over beats While managing to beat the weak All challengers will meet defeat With damages that leave them bleak So fall back player Retreat You’re barking up the wrong tree and walking down the wrong street And this cat reacts wild and strikes back Undomesticated when he waltz on the track You see [HOOK] [OUTRO] I don’t know how else to say it Gaining respect from niggas While even the girls play it From Letras Mania