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Summertime, dodgin' the coppers
Goin' out with my boys lookin proper
Use to be at the bottom with all the other lobsters
Now im in the sky like birds and helicopters
Makin' more than all the other doctors
I got more patients waitin'
They're infected with the hatin' im sure
And my flow is the cure
You can try to battle but ima send you out the door
Cuz im better than you
Yuh better than you and your whole crew
Thats true that dude
Takin' away the blues
Rockin' some black shoes
While you're still at your terrible twos
Im on the road to fame
Man ya lines are lame
Your tryin' to take it back
But you need a stylist cuz you got no swag
When I take the stage everybody go Oh dag!
You need a paper bag
Ya gotta hide your face
Its like ya got sprayed with mace
Cuz you got beat by the ace
You had to have known im the best
Im better than you and all the rest
I say encore? The crowd screams yes!
You didnt have a chance
Plus you need to be taught how to dance