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I'm dope, face it, shoot it, freebase it Pour it in a glass, drink it, chase it Then chill, flex ,feel the full effect The impact is similar to a train wreck It's wack to me when the beat is more hype than the MC Cause what he's sayin is empty Dull, void, without substance or content You need to slow your speed, stop the nonsense These are words of the rising sun surprising some Who thought I was just another hum-drum Average type non-mc Who found a mic And thought he was hype Nah, that's not me I'll take a page, write a phrase, then rephrase it Treat it like a national flag and upraise it So a nation of people can feel proud About a brother who speaks out real loud I'm here to rock the show Clock the dough And let the words flow Flow Flow Flow Enough tough talk Letras de cancionesAs a hunter I must stalk So each day I prey On ducks that like to play Lame games to frame the self-same troop Then guide em off the stoop and help them to recoup Stone cold back biters bold wack rhyme writers Give your little party And now you don't know nobody Diabolical fools persuin happiness Likin finesse I'm left unimpressed I heard you rhyme a few times, each time you blew it You're soft, you can't go off, I knew it Let's be realistic, i'm not egotistic But you, your crew, just not that artistic Point blank your song stank Yo, I know you want the truth, so let's be frank I been upstartin this art, not known for bein subtle Patiently I listen to all types of rebuttal "Don't say this, don't say that Change your lyrics" Everybody's a critic It's gettin kinda hectic My rhyme is authentic So it shall remain My writing exciting, never mondain In actuality My personality Keeps my mentality Based on real Life situations Not speculations But verbal illustrations Of how I feel You have the audacity To doubt my ferocity Or to insinuate the G will prevaricate Your disposition is beyond my recognition I fail to see the reason for your constant disbelievin Why should I lie? What would I gain? Nothin So when I speak yo, I don't be bluffin I be puffin on high-powered cess blunts I don't try to front Or back away from a challenge, I'm game You suckers rhymin sound like your lips are lame You seem to need therapy for you speech impediment Take this advice because it's for your own benefit I'm energetic, magnetic, and athletic One more thing, and it's called poetic My style's unorthodox, but of course it rocks And when it comes to styles i'm over-stocked You might never get to hear my last rhyme Cause I been writin since you heard me last time I could go on The G is strong I rock the show I clock the dough And let the words flow Flow Flow Flow From Letras Mania