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Dan-e-o, the bull fighter, rhyme writer, el matador
Lyrical mastermind, flow viciously, this MC be raw
Mono marksmen be sharpenin` they skills
You couldn`t screw with the crew, Monolith
Cus disrespect is not allowed when the Lith rolls through
This rap addict`s back at it to have you fags frantic
Cats who have static, your caskets need plannin`
Though Dan is asthmatic, I lyrically blast cannons
I seriously can`t stand what this industry has patented
A style of rap that`s laced with phrases that`s basically lazy
Wasting our babies` minds through songs that`s crazily shady
Amazing me maybe the most is how we disgrace the ladies
On screens, got `em dribbling more balls than Tracy McGrady
What company hired you to give the rep that you holdin`?
Sometimes I see your V.I.P. pass and bet that it`s stolen
You never wrote a rhyme so why your head is so swollen?
Couldn`t make a crowd get up even if the credits was rollin`
It`s a shame you an A&R, you won`t get your label far
Would rock groups get signed if its members couldn`t play guitar?
(No) then why do wack rappers make mad grands?
Meanwhile, without a badge, I`m still known as The Man, yeah!
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WE come to rock, YOU come to jock!
WE nice the vibe and y`all niggaz dick ride!
YOU come to hate, WE snatch your plate!
And YOU get your food eaten every time!
I crush clowns, make they`re blabberin` a hushed sound
Gwannin` with too much mouth like if they scored a touchdown
Now they just cuss, frown and cry cuz they just found
I must pound punks into the ground `till they dust bound
Cuz all you`ve done is rockin` in your click`s sessions
Assumin` that each verse makes a popular impression
Stop any bredren from walkin` up into my section
Cuz from one mention, I pop niggaz like big questions
Still my records don`t make enough funds for me
And you complainin` how commercial hip-hop`s come to be?
You internet nerds are all punks to D
How will underground survive when you get stuff for free?
See this menace is a murderer with sentences
Greater than percentages of pregnant kids on T.V. talk show segments is
But you a faker, step to me and I`ll make ya
Later than periods and the times most niggaz wake up!
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WE be the niggaz who can rock the house
And YOU be the niggaz who just run your mouth
See, WE be the niggaz who can make `em dance
And YOU be the niggaz you ain`t got a chance
See, WE be the niggaz who are bound to blow
And YOU be the niggaz who ain`t learned to flow
So just chill and check how it`s supposed to go
Yo peep it, yo peep it, peep it, peep it…
Man, what you lookin` at? Who you tryin` to scare with your crooked raps?
Cookin` facts up so all that`s in your lyric book is crap
Claimin` you jookin` chaps, to me you the shookest cats
How you sell your soul, you might as well work where them hookers at
Battle your click and start with the largest member
Spirits I break with more malice than all of law`s offenders
Hotter than West Indian food made with the harshest pepper
Serve you niggaz with verses badder than my father`s temper
Remember Dear Hip Hop?, you one of his abusers
Especially you hatin` types, fake gangstas and you nerds
Callin` my pager anonymously dissin` me through words
No metaphors needed here: you`re straight up friggin losers!
Yo, you`re soon to hurt, here`s what happens when this tune`ll burst
It`ll puncture the universe like dolls for a voodoo curse
Do you see the moon and earth? Yo, they`ll be the first to go
I don`t know what`s worse you know, a flood or when I burst a flow!
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