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    What i mean is basically there's no-one

    The hunt on emcees brings investigation

    This goes out to all you ugly rappers

    Pretty rappers, big city rappers

    Country rappers, gritty rappers

    Itty-bitty-rappers, witty rappers, 2-for-50 rappers

    Hello Kitty rappers, Frank Ditty rappers

    And bitch-ass rappers, all you diaper rappers

    Young whippa-snappa rappers, gun-clapper rappers *pow pow*

    Fun rappers, Gamma Kappa rappers

    Dumb rappers, idiotic rappers

    Physcotic rappers, melodic rappers, and narcotic rappers

    All you phony rappers (phony rappers)

    Balogna rappers, me and my homey rappers

    Toni! Tone! rappers and all that

    Yah, all you hood rappers, misunderstood rappers

    Think it's all good rappers


    Let me tell you all something

    I just wanna work it out, i want everyone to do their thing

    We cool

    First thing you should know is that i'm not afraid

    Every rapper has the potential to be laid down on his or her back

    When I'm down on my luck i get down on the track

    I clown on the rap sorta like Barnum and Bailey

    My star dust bust is bigger and brighter than Haley's Comet

    I'll vomit up the astronomical the daily

    Peel to steal skin off the mic and do it scaly, the think rapper

    Then shrink-wrap that rapper and sink that boat of his

    My rap motor is a million mega cycles

    My rap photo is a mega-ton

    Higher than the Eiffel Tower with sniper rifle power

    To blow off your melanin, and there ain't no tellin'

    All ya' heard was rappers yellin'

    My lyrics start propellin

    I get to well-known from the dome

    After i trail him home, i'd like to catch Malone

    And strangle him with the microphone

    And drag him back to Project Blow (echo)

    I hold as many mics as i could possibly hold

    And rip up the session after the last rapper flowed

    I never fold even though my poker face is old

    The world's cold, probably why i stay in battle mode

    I would love to touch ya' ego

    European, Latin, or Negro

    Rap Evil Kinevil, but i ain't evil

    It's all nice, especially with the mic device

    When it's in my head, it's like throwin' the trick dice

    It's the worldwide underground heist

    What i'ma give back, is more than suffice

    Pour me over ice and drink, to think

    Your only as strong as ya' weakest

    I dwell amongst the deepest

    As long as there's speakers

    I play songs for the peoples

    I push the ink, who gives a fuck what they think

    It's tight now, but wait until i iron out the kinks (repeat)

    Wait until i iron it all out, it'll be cool

    Like i said i want everyone to be able to do their thing succesfully

    This goes out to all you shallow rappers

    Bottom of the bottle rappers

    Spit and swallow rappers, hollow rappers

    Love to follow rappers, Apollo rappers then rile rappers

    Yah, all that, yah

    To all you Big Willy rappers

    Silly rappers, my mack milly rappers smoke a Philly rappers,

    Illy-illy killy-killy rappers, not really rappers

    Yah, all you signed rappers blind to what's goin' on behind rappers

    Crime rappers, i'm in my prime rappers

    Part-time rappers, one-of-a-kind rappers too, yah

    You wanna go around the world, but ya' gonna have to take

    Ya' wanna paint a perfect picture, but ain't got no paint

    But i'm the paint, and with the brush and the easel

    I like to rush 'em and i hit 'em with the feasel

    I got a stick of dynamite, you gotta stick of gum

    He tried to chew it up before i blew it up

    It's done (echo)

    Scratches till fade:

    What i mean is basically there's no-one

    The hunt on emcees brings investigation

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