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i wanna welcome everyone to the NY Place/ Killa Queens' representative - thas lovin to deface/
take the taste- and quench ur thirst- its a curse to be the first to burst/
could grab ur mic- and bless ur verse- wit lines that could be named the worst/
unleashin chaos on this zoo- to catch and bruise this Monkey who/
seems to love to brag and talk- but never wants to walks the walk/
blow you off the block- 'cause these monkeys love to stalk the top/
spit scorchin flames - dust like residue chalk/
hard, originally hot- like an igneous rock/
battle-rammin with a force that be triple of an ox/
blowin off ur socks- never reachin my level- like the everest top/
Fuckin Lucky to be Sucky- Flippin Records that be Funky/
Brains splittin like bananas- cause u fukin like a monkey/
oh-wait u are- I be spittin a hundred monkey bars/
Swingin on those lines- so much- its like a seminar/
Cats know the deal- son- im ill- its foreal/
You couldn't 'drop' lines- even wit an Ecstasy Pill/
Still- grab you like a blunt- u gettin smoked up today/
Im original in skill- yo- these battles be cliche/
Same lines- Same rhythm- same monotonous beats/
I make a monkey out of them- so accept ur defeat/
Yo- Excuse Me AS I Kiss the Sky/
My rhymes come together like Red and Meth gettin high/
changin all the legal lines- so Monkey spittin is a Crime/
ILLuminatin Shine- see illusionary rhymes/
take and swallow my spits- its like slippin down your gorge/
Yo This Cat Dont Got a Clue- Should Call Him Curious George/
My limits is infinite- never gonna reach the end/
Yo- you dont eat Mc's- Monkeys eatin off their friends/
Right off the back of their head- this catslike "mm, its delish"/
Yea- Monkey B Stands For Monkey Bitch/
From the AZNRAPS comes the RUCKU to the S//
to test the depths of rappers and then I leave them in a mess/
To bless the 6-bullet holes- right through ur chest//
Wit Finesse- peace-in-rest - while u gaspin for ur breath/
Ruckus aimed to be the best- yo- nuttin more nuttin less//
Bitin every single aspect- this ain't a singalong/
Comparin You To Me- is like a Monkey to the King Kong/
Ding-Dong- yo-yo- who be there?/
Its the Animal Control Bout To Take U Right to Jail/
Son- so drop that banana- and that dildo in ur mouth/
son im givin you a 'beat'- like Rahzel was in the house/
