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I be the first ripper with the gift of the gab

Getting them mad when they see me coming

It's like Uh oh

We running

My presence is in the past tense of your mind

Can't forget it

But better get with it for the slipping

We whipping

I'm sitting them down in alphabetical order

Your rhyme's worth a penny

Man somebody said it was a quarter

I knew it was chump change

Some change their attitude

I change my altitude

High in the afternoon

Everyday of the weekend

I'm a warrior seeking

A fresh drum loop

And guitars to get me tweaking

Like a speed freak doing it knee deep

So round and round

From town to town we go to the next show

Telephone holder to reach out and touch this

Electrifying

Hair raising enough to get them pissed

I ain't a rapper

I'm a groover

Whack party remover

Yeah we used to sing Hoover

Now we known to school

A fishy MC I got my MD

For the moment I'm done

Learn it on your own son

Experience is a teacher

Black guys are preachers

I be the illest rhyme reader

Kick drum beater

The pretty women greeter

Non funk faker sushi bar hater

B**ch user drug abuser

Like I said before

I'm all about the dollar

Making nuff sense

So to the change we go

And to the change we go and to the

You know who we are

Yeah you know who we be

Yo she us on stage

You seen us in the street

You see us in the record store

Buying it up

Sly told you to try

But you ain't trying enough

Ai yo

Seguimos con la

Onda nueva la bomb

Betamax p el he pla porque

Piraten los CD's so accion

On the phone like they home

I gotta go

Stepfather yelling up the staircase like GO

Turn down your stereo and Mario Brothers

Beat lovers uncover the funk like Ta da

Who check a jawbone

And dirt comb like archeologists

So follow this artistry

Curriculum for colleges

I ought to be the audible

Switching to offense button loop

I go deep guaranteed openness

You catch a pass like Al Bundy

Rocking at Polk

Touchdown turn to smoke

When rocking for kinfolk

It's too hard

Feel my propane like Hank Hill

We're too raw

Take the beef straight to the grill

Like don't phase

Like bomb blaze and brown beer

Pack up your keyboard

We don't play that sh*t around here

I'm Thes One producing MC

One of the best

He's Double K on the cut

We the P U T S

So here it is

Word to Biz Mark and Jazz Jeff they said

Don't stop

I California Roll through the crosswalk

It's too death

My rhymes toss signs and gangbang

Set up shop like Freeway Rick

And lane change in L A

Ay yo you know who we are

Yeah you know who we be

Yo she us on stage

You seen us in the street

You see us in the record store

Buying it up

It's like I told you to try

But you ain't trying enough

We've got it all together

Coming on strong

Lay it on me

That really sounds good

Satisfaction guaranteed

Dyn o mite

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