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[Scratches:] What i mean is basically there's no-one The hunt on emcees brings investigation This goes out to all you ugly rappers Pretty rappers, big city rappers Country rappers, gritty rappers Itty-bitty-rappers, witty rappers, 2-for-50 rappers Hello Kitty rappers, Frank Ditty rappers And bitch-ass rappers, all you diaper rappers Young whippa-snappa rappers, gun-clapper rappers *pow pow* Fun rappers, Gamma Kappa rappers Dumb rappers, idiotic rappers Physcotic rappers, melodic rappers, and narcotic rappers All you phony rappers (phony rappers) Balogna rappers, me and my homey rappers Toni! Tone! rappers and all that Yah, all you hood rappers, misunderstood rappers Think it's all good rappers [Talking:] Let me tell you all something I just wanna work it out, i want everyone to do their thing We cool Letras de cancionesFirst thing you should know is that i'm not afraid Every rapper has the potential to be laid down on his or her back When I'm down on my luck i get down on the track I clown on the rap sorta like Barnum and Bailey My star dust bust is bigger and brighter than Haley's Comet I'll vomit up the astronomical the daily Peel to steal skin off the mic and do it scaly, the think rapper Then shrink-wrap that rapper and sink that boat of his My rap motor is a million mega cycles My rap photo is a mega-ton Higher than the Eiffel Tower with sniper rifle power To blow off your melanin, and there ain't no tellin' All ya' heard was rappers yellin' My lyrics start propellin I get to well-known from the dome After i trail him home, i'd like to catch Malone And strangle him with the microphone And drag him back to Project Blow (echo) I hold as many mics as i could possibly hold And rip up the session after the last rapper flowed I never fold even though my poker face is old The world's cold, probably why i stay in battle mode I would love to touch ya' ego European, Latin, or Negro Rap Evil Kinevil, but i ain't evil It's all nice, especially with the mic device When it's in my head, it's like throwin' the trick dice It's the worldwide underground heist What i'ma give back, is more than suffice Pour me over ice and drink, to think Your only as strong as ya' weakest I dwell amongst the deepest As long as there's speakers I play songs for the peoples I push the ink, who gives a fuck what they think It's tight now, but wait until i iron out the kinks [repeat] Wait until i iron it all out, it'll be cool Like i said i want everyone to be able to do their thing succesfully This goes out to all you shallow rappers Bottom of the bottle rappers Spit and swallow rappers, hollow rappers Love to follow rappers, Apollo rappers then rile rappers Yah, all that, yah To all you Big Willy rappers Silly rappers, my mack milly rappers smoke a Philly rappers, Illy-illy killy-killy rappers, not really rappers Yah, all you signed rappers blind to what's goin' on behind rappers Crime rappers, i'm in my prime rappers Part-time rappers, one-of-a-kind rappers too, yah You wanna go around the world, but ya' gonna have to take Ya' wanna paint a perfect picture, but ain't got no paint But i'm the paint, and with the brush and the easel I like to rush 'em and i hit 'em with the feasel I got a stick of dynamite, you gotta stick of gum He tried to chew it up before i blew it up It's done (echo) [Scratches till fade:] What i mean is basically there's no-one The hunt on emcees brings investigation From Letras Mania