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  • Ladies and gentlemen
    Gentlemen and ladies
    Adults teenagers adolescents and babies
    No if's and's but's or maybe's
    I want the whole world to rock today
    Because i said i was and always was
    The baddest rapper on the mic and i proved it does
    Make a difference
    On the way you think you syn-
    Cronize the wise tries
    To overcome the dumb the drum
    Beats a pattern that turns into
    A catalyst that'll just
    Grab your ear you had to hear
    A rhyme's contents
    Beyond nonsense
    If you're not convinced
    Get tense and wince
    Cause i'll make a skeptic
    Look epileptic
    Shake and brake like the holy ghost connected
    His body and soul
    I control
    His mind is mine cause my
    Rhyme holds
    Minds in limbo
    You resemble
    A clone of jim jones as them bones tremble
    Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief
    No chatterin' teeth
    Can cease pity or grief
    I got you flipping like a burger
    Head spinning like a top
    Weak at the knees
    And you're about to drop
    You can't find your heart
    You need a warrant to search
    Get off your knees
    Boy this ain't church
    You can pray if you wanna pray
    Say what you wanna say
    Did you forget you was ambiguous
    You're gonna pay
    For doubting my rhyme
    You better freeze your thought
    Cause i read minds
    If you got caught
    I taught
    Lessons for second-guessing
    Reroute doubt
    I reprogram and deprogram about
    Two million fans
    Through rhytmic hypnosis
    Left in a state
    Of cataclysmic neurosis
    Neurotic from a narcotic
    Known as rhyme
    Addicted to rap
    And you're a fiend for mine
    For my rap info
    You're a nympho
    I'll raise the conscience
    And then hit them so hard with the rhyme
    I'ma leave you scarred
    Cause i don't just hit ya
    I hit ya hard
    I weave the bob
    To do the job
    Set you up with the left
    As the right writes hard
    Lyrics stick and move
    Behind the groove
    As the beat gets better
    The rhyme improves
    Adversaries prepare for a telling loss
    Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts
    My rhyme is more
    Than a fight or a bout
    You ain't goin' down
    Boy you're goin' out
    No count necessary
    Cause you ain't gettin' up
    Bad mouthin' ends very
    Very very abrupt
    Thought patterns converted
    Through overt overtures
    Prepared your mind
    Much better for metaphors
    More rap classics
    Believe me there's no man
    Not bach brahms beethoven or chopin
    Polonaise would ever faze ya
    Like i faze ya i amaze ya
    Ali and fraizer i
    Get deja vu from listening to
    The rhymes that cut like an uppercut
    And rings a bell too
    I come out smoking
    Hard from the first round
    Stinging like a bee
    And the bell is the worst sound
    Cause i don't wanna let up
    If you can get up
    I'm fed up
    The rhymes are sped up
    To mess your head up
    When the rhyme is over
    They tally the scorecard
    I get more points
    Cause you hit the floor hard
    But i'm hittin' hard
    The very last thing
    That you remember
    Is a rhyme in your face
    And the crowd yell timbre
    Then you fall in a ********* nod
    Cause i don't just hit ya
    I hit ya hard
    When i rain
    It's more like a hurricane
    You wanna dis
    Then think of another name
    Cause i go to work
    And my rhymes slam
    Put me to the test
    You'll fail the exam
    Cause that's the kind of test
    You just can't study for
    You're guaranteed
    To end up bloody or
    Broken twisted
    Fractured blistered
    Decapitated mutilated
    Violated it's the
    Kind of defeat
    That you just can't live with
    Try to compete
    But you just can't get with
    The mental master
    Hard-ryhme supremist
    My words have ya
    Mixed like a chemist
    My rhymes flow like
    H-2-o
    Cleaned with chlorine
    To make green so
    The rhyme is purified
    You can't drink it
    Biters and suckers
    Don't even think it
    The green i made
    Is a money shade
    When the rhyme evaporates
    I get paid
    Then it's time to rain
    With the rhyme i know
    And like plants
    Watch my people grow
    I heal sick minds
    Like christ himself
    Touch the soul
    Like no one else
    There's only one
    President pope and one god
    There's only one rapper
    In that class
    And i hit ya hard
  • Ladies and gentlemen
    Gentlemen and ladies
    Adults teenagers adolescents and babies
    No if's and's but's or maybe's
    I want the whole world to rock today
    Because i said i was and always was
    The baddest rapper on the mic and i proved it does
    Make a difference
    On the way you think you syn-
    Cronize the wise tries
    To overcome the dumb the drum
    Beats a pattern that turns into
    A catalyst that'll just
    Grab your ear you had to hear
    A rhyme's contents
    Beyond nonsense
    If you're not convinced
    Get tense and wince
    Cause i'll make a skeptic
    Look epileptic
    Shake and brake like the holy ghost connected
    His body and soul
    I control
    His mind is mine cause my
    Rhyme holds
    Minds in limbo
    You resemble
    A clone of jim jones as them bones tremble
    Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief
    No chatterin' teeth
    Can cease pity or grief
    I got you flipping like a burger
    Head spinning like a top
    Weak at the knees
    And you're about to drop
    You can't find your heart
    You need a warrant to search
    Get off your knees
    Boy this ain't church
    You can pray if you wanna pray
    Say what you wanna say
    Did you forget you was ambiguous
    You're gonna pay
    For doubting my rhyme
    You better freeze your thought
    Cause i read minds
    If you got caught
    I taught
    Lessons for second-guessing
    Reroute doubt
    I reprogram and deprogram about
    Two million fans
    Through rhytmic hypnosis
    Left in a state
    Of cataclysmic neurosis
    Neurotic from a narcotic
    Known as rhyme
    Addicted to rap
    And you're a fiend for mine
    For my rap info
    You're a nympho
    I'll raise the conscience
    And then hit them so hard with the rhyme
    I'ma leave you scarred
    Cause i don't just hit ya
    I hit ya hard
    I weave the bob
    To do the job
    Set you up with the left
    As the right writes hard
    Lyrics stick and move
    Behind the groove
    As the beat gets better
    The rhyme improves
    Adversaries prepare for a telling loss
    Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts
    My rhyme is more
    Than a fight or a bout
    You ain't goin' down
    Boy you're goin' out
    No count necessary
    Cause you ain't gettin' up
    Bad mouthin' ends very
    Very very abrupt
    Thought patterns converted
    Through overt overtures
    Prepared your mind
    Much better for metaphors
    More rap classics
    Believe me there's no man
    Not bach brahms beethoven or chopin
    Polonaise would ever faze ya
    Like i faze ya i amaze ya
    Ali and fraizer i
    Get deja vu from listening to
    The rhymes that cut like an uppercut
    And rings a bell too
    I come out smoking
    Hard from the first round
    Stinging like a bee
    And the bell is the worst sound
    Cause i don't wanna let up
    If you can get up
    I'm fed up
    The rhymes are sped up
    To mess your head up
    When the rhyme is over
    They tally the scorecard
    I get more points
    Cause you hit the floor hard
    But i'm hittin' hard
    The very last thing
    That you remember
    Is a rhyme in your face
    And the crowd yell timbre
    Then you fall in a ********* nod
    Cause i don't just hit ya
    I hit ya hard
    When i rain
    It's more like a hurricane
    You wanna dis
    Then think of another name
    Cause i go to work
    And my rhymes slam
    Put me to the test
    You'll fail the exam
    Cause that's the kind of test
    You just can't study for
    You're guaranteed
    To end up bloody or
    Broken twisted
    Fractured blistered
    Decapitated mutilated
    Violated it's the
    Kind of defeat
    That you just can't live with
    Try to compete
    But you just can't get with
    The mental master
    Hard-ryhme supremist
    My words have ya
    Mixed like a chemist
    My rhymes flow like
    H-2-o
    Cleaned with chlorine
    To make green so
    The rhyme is purified
    You can't drink it
    Biters and suckers
    Don't even think it
    The green i made
    Is a money shade
    When the rhyme evaporates
    I get paid
    Then it's time to rain
    With the rhyme i know
    And like plants
    Watch my people grow
    I heal sick minds
    Like christ himself
    Touch the soul
    Like no one else
    There's only one
    President pope and one god
    There's only one rapper
    In that class
    And i hit ya hard