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Lyrics: 
 Rasul Allah master supreme, catastrophy's theme
 Traded my laughter for dreams, last to be seen
 On magazines the footage on your TV-screen
 I rather get paid and spit sixteen
 Even with a telescope ya couldn't see me split this cream
 Hit this scheme, watch me tongue-kiss this dream
 No mean that's word on my cousine Shireen
 Ain't move of ya'l can touch or fuck with this team!
 Hey yo welcome to the SQUARE MC's better beware
 Grab a microphone, run for cover and stand clear
 Fuck an introduction got no time for fanfare
 To get to me, you've got to go through my man here
 Lyrics like sharp spears cut the listener's ears
 Leavin' you dumb with no eardrum beggin' to hear
 Man of the year 'GIANNI' your label should've signed me
 Until then I keep building living devinely!
 
 Can't mess with the gods, Baby
 To all you pretty MC's
 Can't get with these (twice)
 The fact is you can't sack these black quaterbacks
 We're strapped like some cats with love for Arafat
 New Jacks need to practice they plan to attack
 We influence the masses it shows in their acts
 Exposing they're wack, take their cloth off their back
 While I'm posing for ad's Iman's composing the tracks
 Like that and Eddi's throwing on the wax
 So many hos at shows front-rows be packed
 And perhaps curiosity kills that cat
 Mad rappers get jacked plus x-ed on their backs
 Infinite stacks, cut like pieces of crack
 Beats that you lack all you MC's get smacked
 We use turntables while you spit off dat
 It's like Mugsy Bogues, against Big Shaq
 See it ain't where I'm from it's where I'm busting my caps
 And if you don't know where to put it just fill in the gaps
 
 Watch me run with your queen through the garden of eden
 Teach her the Science of how to father my semen
 Party with demons, liquor and a jar full of reefer
 Show off my heater before putting size between her
 Lie I need her might even buy her sneaker's
 Until the trick starts to flip and jeoperdize my freedom
 That's when I passed her number to Johnny McEnroe 'cause he sure knows how to mack a ho
 If life's a bitch then I'm goin' to fuck it till I die
 Have her laying on her stomach while she's reaching for the sky
 Hitting it so hard leaving marks on her thighs I do my work in the dark before the sunrise
 Look in my eyes, do I look like a nigger that lies?
 On some shit that most brothers can only fantasize
 Singing on your dingaling it happens worldwide
 Disrespect yourself and damage your girl's pride 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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