You say you open for a battle but I know you shook/
I look in yo eyes you rattled like a rook/
Man yousa bitch like a track by Common/
My flows cure pains, they call me the Shawmon/
I crip walk on streets while you dancin on poles/
you bitch nigga hoe, I'ma put you in a hole/
I'm on the top of the game man my album is black/
I copped your shit on mp3, man that shit was whack/
My tech nines stretch mine and my style is raw/
I run this muthafucka, betta run call the law/
Ya cant stop, top me, and no nigga can drop me/
I called up my agent but he said he wants to shop me/
Labels on the phone trina get my hancock/
You in tight mini skirt, tryna land cock/
So befo you ask for war check ya heart is there/
Cause war wid lightnin nigga just ain't fair/

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