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i got dope rhymes for sale, but they ain’t fo free

i’m usin’ a squeege on a teepee on Fuji

cuz i’m the illest MC, i bum rush the mic like a refugee

i flee undersea like a manatee to sightsee the algae

you disagree, but i’m straight from the streets like a chimpanzee



cuz i got y’all in mah clutches

the way i run the show, put ya brothas in crutches

i’d hate to gloat, but i’ve got a sore throat

and my steamboat is controlled by a remote



cuz now you’re in my court

if you can’t play my sport, i’ll have to escort you to the airport

i’ll smoke you like a davenport

and abort you like an export



i’m kickin’ this into warp speed like Chekov

that’ll teach you not to scoff at my beef stroganoff

i had the whooping cough, after i watched ferris bueller’s day off

so beware, cuz i’m prone to explode like a molotov



with the rush of a snare, all the brothas beware

i declare, when i’m on the mic, you compare me only to a nightmare

when i engage in warfare with kitchenware, i put y’all in despair

and everytime i sail on the Mayfair, i’m like Robespierre in a wheelchair on medicare



my flows are so ill, they make you sick

cuz i’m high on the rise, like alan thicke

all you party people can’t dig my diagnostic

with my garlic, i’ll make y’all carsick in public

usin’ my drumstick, i’ll make music in Munich

i’m electric like kubrick, but i can’t speak arabic

and i’m gothic like a fiddlestick on arsenic