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I ain't a talker... cuz I'm usually nauseous
hear my Hip-Hop on rockin' stereo boxes
hear my shit drop from here to the tropics, my dogs
feel me like I taught em to give fuckin massages
feel me? if not, you could lose, when I'm stompin'
all these groups out now for stealin my future profits
the newest juggernaut, who can stop him?
you're copper-pot / oven-hot, I'm molten rock and
I've spotted soldiers droppin, shoulders poppin
from the weight that my greatness places on top em
wasted? no I'm not, so, pass the Grey bottle
chaser? NO! - vodka straight, is no problem
face don't even cringe, not a flinch, it's a sinch
not a twitch when I sip it, not a inch, not a bit
I just give it a little bit to kick in, then tip it
till it's finished and then get me a chick get with and
then hit it, till six then, kick her to the bricks and
if Missy's trippin, then Missy might be missing
by the nightly edition of the news, with crews fishing
the stupid bitch out the sewer systems
blue units wishin, for clues to who did it
I'd just as soon admit it-in new music I've written
cuz they won't prove shit with it, won't do shit
cuz I'm "oh-so" innocent, a ho-hum citizen
so, listen to my raps, I'm a ghost living in
head-phones, I can't be tracked, there's no definitive
trap that you could me in, in fact, to get me in
you'd HAVE to get me within grabbin distance and
that, won't happen, so sit back and witness
the most flow in a city since Atlantis was hit
cuz when I'm done, number one is, vanishin quick
as if I was standing in front of the can to piss
yo, I've said some shit, just to make your eyes pop
I've said shit to make you see red like Cyclops
I've said shit to mock the dead and defy God
I spit my first verse and my mom turned my mic off
and locked it in the closet, I talked a gothic
kid into blowin his dome off, so I could watch it
I got problems, obviously... I need a drink,
drunk driving is my hobby, ya see...
I got a problem with work too, I can't stand it
welcome to Subway - I jacked off in your ham sandwich
standing in front of you, head in my hands, check it
and I ain't talking bout the head on my neck, bitch
you really want a piece of this? [nawwww]
like the clip on my chicks bra, you all got the weakest clique/click
these rappers already got on pink, shit
might as well switch to leotards with sequins
how did so much retarded semen find its way
to the egg? wait, hold up, I don't mean me at Subway
I mean how come every artist found on television
has a serious-ass affliction of down syndrome
watching MTV is like the Special Olympics
I keep expecting to see kids with limps
and twisted mugs, grinnin, with silver medals hung
from their necks, resting on their big ass tongues
I'm motherfucking disgusted... that's why I'm raiding and droppin
this hole/whole industry like grave robbers
it's a young diss - fuckin faces up proper
since me and Lil Kim decided to play doctor
I'll rearrange your shit just the same
with technical incisions from razor blades
I'm so bright, you probably gotta squint to gaze and
hell, since I was ten, I thought I lived in Asia
you can sit in amazement... cuz I was raised in
in the place with the highest rated education
in the United States, so what I'm saying is
the guy who rated it was high and blazed as shit
I been awake for two days, hallucinating
in my neighbors basement with a rake
and shaking it, chasing faceless kids
I think are agents in the Matrix, I'm naked, I hate this
in a trance at this point, hands are slick, moist
and at a glance, my poignant stance was destroyed
between the span of six joints, each a gram of mixed, choice
plants, I hit till I heard voices
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