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    Okay, okay, okay, okay
    Attention to the whole crew
    Scoob lover, scrap lover, i don't need your dancin
    Mister cee i don't need you on the turntables
    Ant live i don't need you collectin the dough
    And little daddy since you my brother
    Get yo' ass on in here
    Cause we gettin ready to take things down the line
    Here we go one time

    Prepare yourself for mc terror
    And don't make the error of tryin to come near a
    Rapper so smooth and swift with the gift of gab
    To grab the mic, cause i'm sorta like
    Vincent price, but you never been so nice
    So back up off me, i'm seperatin men from mice
    Kickin ass in every committee, city to city
    Until both shoes are city
    The regulator innovator dominator creator of data
    Plus an imitator assassinator
    Lyrics don't display a too don sweet
    Hard as concrete, and always on beat
    Steppin to this, you're not allowed
    You keep frontin on the stage like you're rockin the crowd
    Snatchin the microphone real proud
    But your rhymes are so booty you should write em on white cloud
    So next up down the line, scrap lover

    [scrap lover]
    Aiy-aiy-yo, the microphone's mine
    But i prefer peace, so the road'll get rough when
    A toy mc, gets the heart to pull a bluff and
    There's no laughter, cause the one that i'm after
    Is smashed, for that reason you have to
    Make sure each and every lyric is harmless
    Cause if not, you won't be able to calm this
    Brother from brooklyn, made to fit a groove
    And prepared for the unexpected, to make a move
    So put up your girl, and let's see who's in trouble troop
    And if you got a sister, then make it a double scoop
    The capital s the c, the r-a-p
    Stands for me, cause i'm the
    Only mc with an original rap style
    You disagree, you get put on the scrap pile
    So stay off the set, with george and jet-son
    You never seen a dancer who rapped well you met one
    Now spin the wheel of fortunes or be wise and stay back
    Co-host my show, like pat and don't sa-jak shit
    Or get ate like oats and barley
    Save your sweat for keith, and the beef for charlie
    So next up, goin down the line, scoob lover

    [scoob lover]
    Yo, the microphone's mine
    It's the s y'all, to the c y'all, double-o b y'all
    Well god damn it's me y'all
    Jump back, kiss myself, i'm so fly
    Sip a brew or two, cause yo, i don't get high
    I might wave hi..
    .. at a pretty young girl that walk by
    But yo, you all that, you can't stop?
    A-with the weave in your head like a mop?
    You must know karate, cause your face look chopped
    Now back to the subject of the matter
    I eat a lot of food, but i won't get fatter
    Let me see i'm slim, my hair is well trimmed
    And when i'm low-key i throw on a brim
    But i'm not conceited, when hangin out i need it
    For when trouble comes then i never have to meet it
    I'm intellectually spoken, i'm not jokin
    What are you, smokin?
    You be hopin wishin and prayin
    To be like scoob but what are you sayin?
    Well it takes style, charisma, class
    Fuck up on the lover, and i bust your ass
    So next up, movin down the line
    Mister cee

    [mister cee]
    Yo, the microphone's mine
    Mission, to make dj's feel the wrath
    So here's a paragraph, written on behalf
    Of the ruler, dictator, dj ambassador
    Makin a massacre, you couldn't last through a
    Round of combat, where my left arm's at
    My mouth with the mic in my hand, when i attack
    I shake and bake or fake a snake
    Take em and make em ache and flake, i break like an earthquake
    When i erupt, mc's i corrupt, to be blunt
    I'ma tear shit up
    So next up goin down the line
    The little daddy shane

    [little daddy shane]
    The mic is all mine
    Mc's crawl by when they see this tall guy
    Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
    The little d-a double-d y
    The s-h-a-n-e, yes it's me
    You better believe there's no comp and i'm certain
    So if you try to battle me, then it's cur-tains
    I'm no joke, the wrong one to provoke
    One false move and kerrrrrr-roak!
    So take it easy and slide on greasy
    Cause i'm more rougher than hair when it's peasy
    I'm more rougher than steak when it's raw
    So keep that in mind, mon cherie amore
    Cause i'm a lover you find quite young
    And brooklyn new york, is where i'm from
    So keep it on and you don't quit
    That supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit
    So next up down the line, ant live

    [ant live]
    Yo, the microphone's mine
    Yeah i took it, i ain't gonna give it back
    And it's a fact that i can swing, i'm not a new jack
    Got the mic in a chokehold, you won't hear a peep
    Then i put it to sleep
    I see a lot of brothers got raisins in the place
    Not al pacino, i don't need a scarface
    But i know, if some shit goes down
    I'll turn the whole new york into bucktown
    A 'face ain't real scar'red, cause i real hard
    And i ain't no bullshit bodyguard
    Walk the streets to new york and stay alive
    All i need is my loaded four-five
    And sweet and deadly like a killer beehive
    And i can stalk in fort greene park and survive..
    And my name is ant live

    [big daddy kane]
    Now that's what i'm talkin bout
    That's exactly what i'm talkin bout
    Put your weight on it fellas
    Anyway you can get back to work now
    Get back to your god damn jobs
    And we outta here, love peace and hairgrease

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