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Yo, I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quickMicrophone check 2,2,1,2,1,2Big up all the Monsta Island massiveAnd beware before I triple dare you like the last kidWho ask me what we don't got that you got sonFor one, flow that's elementary my dear Wat-sonSecondly, ever since I was littleNot so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllableKeep tracks that make a Arab thief clapWith no hands, I chop these drums offTruly yours, G RapActual fact, relaxIn this land of lyrical loss, blackI'm not the cool sleet stackThe one who might stop and talk to youPoison to few, niggas who be bitin styles I'm like pork toOooh...what you got to lose? Let mud flyWhen I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud drySo I ask why the style's from the cessShit be fuckin with my eye as I pull it to the chestThe super muthafuckin' villain grip the mic wit an iron handThrowin emcees to the fire from out da fryin' panIt ain't no use in tryin, manSon, stop cryinFrontin' like you death-defyin'Letras de cancionesYou need to stop lyin'Speak your piece only once you're spoken to firstNow lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin' youWith bubbly fine rhymes like a editorThrow them to my collection of skulls and spines like PredatorFuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (who?)Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown(Yeah, yeah only them two niggas?)And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up(True, true)I'd like to say hiIt's high fly the odd MerlinThat's quick to whip up a script like Rod SterlingWho i own bad bitch who used to whip the SterlingWho see God , never see God earlin'My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space GhostMe myself I got flavors that out-taste mostWith numb gums, some rhymers is lake toastBack to you MF Doom, you late show hostS to the U to the P E R-uhWho chronicle these times in a 3-D horrorThriller co-star or in a realer dramaWho break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrowerLone gunmen who candidly flip fly floesSingle-handedly with one eye closedIn a fly pose, no shirt a lae aMay see me stack the quarter-mill cash payThat's in a smash way how he did itMuthafucka probably couldn't peep it past a minute From Letras Mania