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We gon' keep it rawI'm a b-boy, that's the best way to define meBorn in 81' been rhymin' since the early 90sAnd I don't plan on stoppin' any time soonThat's why fools try to be down with my crewBut you recitin' feeble chatter, either that or beatin' offPeace to No Name, breathin' patterns that'll leave 'em lostI keep a choke chain on the peoples thoughtsTeach the whole game how to read between the chalkOkay we so crazy don't play me just pay me you babiesI break teeth on fake freaks and maybe, just maybe you might liveThat's solely dependent upon your mic skillsYou rap slowly homie, no regard for what's illStill I hope you're not the nicest of your teammatesI'm your worst nightmare, you like a whack emcees dream dateA walkin' target, plus an awful artistWhat you talk is often fuckin' garbageThe public regrets the fact they have to hear your musicWhat you call spittin' looks more like unvoluntary droolin'Say I'm stupid for entertain rumorsBut I heard you give your favorite producerhead in trade for his creative juicesWe makin' music, just tryin' to put the fun back inTurntablism, lyricism, ain't no gun packin'It's hard to swallow, even my simple sing(?)Letras de cancionesSo biters not recommended by 9 out of 10 dentistsI step on snakes and yes I'll make a mess on tape cassettesWith my brother ain't no other quite like my mel'(?) or my manSo Abilities, let me hear you make some funky music with your handsOoo you love it!Wall lights(?), solo, drums, and vocalsGuaranteed to put your attention span in a choke hold, peaceWe just representin' for all the hip-hoppers worldwide,Emcees, DJs, b-boys, raff-writers, everybody in the houseYeah, Blueprint in the houseUh-huh, Day Light in the houseUh-huh, E-Wok in the houseYeah, Mr. Dibbs in the houseUh-huh, X-Cal(?) in the houseUhh, Abomination's in the houseUhh, Head Shots in the houseYeah, Rhymesayers and we out, PEACE From Letras Mania