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The rhythm -> Biz Markie
Make you co-op-er-rate with the rhythm
[Verse 1: Godfather Don]
My mind is cloudy, nigga I wanna get rowdy
That`s how we do shit, a few clips and then we outty
Give me some room to get verbal and in vulgar
I got you thumpin` something like I holdin` your roller
Your pain is inflicted with shits from my scripts kicked
I got you open, you peeps are scopin` where my dick sits
All in ya knows why you pose like a faggot
It`s like I shit it, the father did it, beheaded dragon
Still on my tip for the technical fast flow
There ain`t no cash, so, stay the fuck out my ass hole
Towards is the last song, so blessed on, with Teflon
With meth on my mind got left, shit, a fly couldn`t catch one
[Verse 2: JuJu]
Fuck keepin` it real, I ain`t jokin`
You bitch-ass niggas act hard and they still get their shit broken
Wildin` is risky but it`s fun
I`m on some ol` cowboy shit, give me some whiskey and a fuckin` gun
You watchin` niggas set it off son
I have all you niggas runnin` like girls when I let off one
A little nigga goin` far you know I`m a star
I got your wife, kid, sittin` in my fuckin` car
Let them niggas try and curse mine
I heard niggas liked they comin` through the Island for the first time
Junkyard Ju represent, no doubt, 3CF mob, fuck the world and I`m out
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[Verse 3: Lord Finesse]
Check it I catch wreck when my mind`s set
When it`s time to get down I get around like nine etch
Give me your ring I can still swing I fuck
With these four bore rappers when you can have a real thing
So just cool it, I flow like fluid
Ain`t nothing to it I keep it raw like suage
Huh, brothers think they got my flow figured
But you can have a afro on slacks that don`t mean you got soul nigga
Stand back, don`t try to keep close
It`s the Funky Man, Lord Finesse straight from the Eastcoast
I can`t hang, come on, picture that
I`m from Uptown, Boogie Down where rap was invented at
Matter of fact I`m out to stack figures
When I drop rhymes I make brothers go `Yo who`s that nigga!?`
Fuck around you`ll get your ass fried this ain`t Pharcyde
I`m not someone nigga that you go +Passed By+
Come on, you`re rollin` with a page star
I keep my money in rolls just like my motherfuckin` breaks are
No doubt, I got clout I`m gonna say peace adios one love
Yo, I`m out
[Verse 4: Fat Joe]
Yeah, here comes the night time stalker
Who`s swelling niggas` lips rather than Jimmy Walker
The freestyler, nigga get scuela
Fuck a bitch, you know I`m all about makin` dollars
Fat Joe, you know I been here before
Rap was for the near, but was kickin` shit raw
Motherfuckers know the flow was tight
Baggin` hoes like the Puerto Rican Dolomites
Man listen, there`s no competition
`Joe takin` it out?` look nigga keep wishin`
Fat Joe and you know how we do
Peace to Big Ed, and my nigga JuJu
Word
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[Verse 5: Bas Blasta]
Come fo` rough with the rhyme crew fresh
Bas bless the words penetrate through flesh
Why not pay dues to earn props
You soundin` like my nigga
I`m not gonna pay the bucket, yo
I`m comin` of okay, makin` rappers run like O.J.
With a big clan, like the man who`s named Josй
No way will the competitor
Get out of the bloods that the wildlife predator
Straight through your brain is where I aim
When I start to inflict pain you will never be able to maintain
Insane, with my manuscript rappers can`t get with the way I`m kickin` it
I can`t stand a hypocrite who tries to trust and cling styles
He fails to rouse with the fatality of a child
Bas got mad rhymes the party bounces
I think there`s no book that weighs forty ounces
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