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day one, i was makin them moves,
now, the game's done, i don't play by the rules,
nah, i play as i choose, breakin them fools,
i'm fatal when i spray in the booth coz i ain't gonna lose,
i'll, break it down, claim the crown,
like the greatest nas said it, y'all can hate me now,
coz i never been the type to try and fake a style,
i'm crazy wild, when i step to face you clowns,
i guess, its too bad that i don't play around,
coz a million mutherfuckers tryna take me down,
how, you gon do it? child, you so stupid,
stop trippin and listen - before you taste the ground,
please, stop jockin what belongs to me,
coz you never gonna get away with larceny,
fuck it, i'm eighteen, what y'all want from me?
and as a matter of the fact, you ain't stoppin me...
nod to the sound, bob to the bounce,
all the b-boys in the spot, man, rock to the style,
all the ladies feelin hot, damn, drop to this now,
drop, priz and jimbafrosty, we lockin it down...
round two, we're back to the verses,
i rap with a purpose, ya battle me ya askin for service,
simple as that i rip on a track, i don't mean to brag,
if its the first time that you heard me then it won't be the last,
why? besides girls, all i know is the music,
my soul is the truest, i'm holdin on by showin and provin,
with every single time i spit a hit, i know its the new shit,
i know what i'm doin, i'm on the grind, controllin the movement,
listen, the new true school's makin it count,
i'll make you mutherfuckers think same time i'm makin ya bounce,
and y'all can shake ya ass, as i lace the track,
but when i'm steppin in the session y'all can face the facts,
with hot raps that drop fast, written usin my wisdom,
i'm true to my vision, with knowledge bein the fuel in my system,
so move to the rhythm i'm spittin hittin bruisin the rhythm,
the only way you won't feel this is by refusin to listen...
nod to the sound, bob to the bounce,
all the b-boys in the spot, man, rock to the style,
all the ladies feelin hot, damn, drop to this now,
drop, priz and jimbafrosty, we lockin it down...
y'all, gave me a mic, and i started to rap,
so its jus, pure luck, i've gotten as far as i have,
or is it, and i don't know if i was born to emcee,
nor do i, think that the whole entire world's against me,
i'm jus a, fighter with spirit, a writer of lyrics,
beyond that, i'm jus a loud, proud lover of music,
of hiphop, since elementary, with maestro fresh wes,
now i, stick to my vision, to be the best yet,
you see me, rap at my shows, pattern my flows,
shit, i'm gettin somewhere now, so act like ya know
kid, you hopeless, jokers on the side of my dick,
strokin, choking, while you're still trying to spit?
shits wack, step back, before you get slapped,
you got nothing that shit is bunk, forget rap,
see, you really gotta hit the beat to flow,
(oh), and there's one little thing that y'all need to know:
nod to the sound, bob to the bounce,
all the b-boys in the spot, man, rock to the style,
all the ladies feelin hot, damn, drop to this now,
drop, priz and jimbafrosty, we lockin it down...
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