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The man rappin' is Andrew Jackson,I'm autographin' asses and cameras are flashin'Hands are clappin' and the fans are grabbin'At my damn ass so fast there's no reactionQuicken up the beat past the madnessThat's the dream I'm havingWhen I'm passed out asleep or nappin'That's the reason these labels ain't received the packageFrom me, and that's the reason that I keep on passin'On people askin' me to meet with half thesePresidents and chief executives deep in cashIf I needed stacks of fuckin' cheese I'd crashThe fuckin' streets with crack, and just feed the rats.And I wouldn't have to be the bitch to some white dudeWho makes more money off my shit than I doWho the fuck would sign youAll the rights to what I write,Do I look like the typeWho would hesitate to fight you?Bomb is whistlin', the clock is tickin'Watch defenceless, what I drop is hittinWith the force to stop helicopter engines(Mayday, mayday, repeat, our propellers are not spinnin')Need a picture to fit with the shit I'm talkin'Envision Nagasaki victimsSkinless walkin' with atomic sicknessLetras de cancionesLimbs is drippin' off em and they fall in ditchesTwitchin', sobbin'And I'm the illest mother fucker you can hope to witnessYou're a joke to me. What the fuck you smokin'? Listen.I'm the most vicious, sickening, foulAnd animalistic pig since GG AllinWho's runnin' this show? Let's goLet 'em know the best flow is comin' from the DC MetroCDs inject those we got next, yo'Micphones I wreck those, you got wet clothesWhen you first heard me surface, learn this:I'm kickin' it once, sicker than scum,Iller than what?Rippin and burnin it up the sun in the middle of summerThe bigger the lungs, the quicker the tongue, It'll kill em the sicker the rhythym'll comeTo fill up the minutes and hit 'em with sudden riddlesAmong a hundred mental visual syllable intervalsSpun with iller slum scribblesThat come from minimal picked from mineralsDug from outta the earth mountains of dirt.Challenge my work and malice occursMy callous inertias bound to disturbYour balance and turn ya round and just serve ya.My callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, serve yaMy callous inertias bound to turn ya round and just serve ya, yeah.I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me.I said:I feel fuckin', I feel sorry for the MC that gotta rap after me. From Letras Mania