aight.

I eat these commercial Mcz for dinner, but I don't even really like tha beef,
If your bark is worse than your bite, somehow you musta lost your teeth.
Prolly tan from all the sunnin'z, so I know what you did last summer,
1009 a tribute to the girls you spit it at, just writin' random numbers.
Another NYC M.C., confusin' hip-hop wit tales of comin' from the gutter,
Stay talkin' bout toast, and can't believe your shit still ain't butter.
Lines can be long and heavy, mine still ahead by years of light,
Name COMICal, only 1 Jay that makes niggaz MARVEL on the Site.

Too lazy to write anymore, let's just leave this shit at that.

-CJ-

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