May I suggest... y'all just listen and shut the FUCK! up.....

This type-a track, phat lyrics expoisn my bulk weight raps.//
leave ya frozen in tha door-way type wax.//
this tha type-a track belongin' on center stage.//
superior in every way, tha shit got you hooked like a Q/b -a yay.//

err-um *clear throat
excuse me, move please, step outta my way.//
these lyrics so live they steppin' outta this page.//
got a mind-a they own, writin' themselves.//
tha pen just the ink conveyin' this 'word-a-mouf'.//
'ludacris' thoughts, un-heard-a like BLuNT loosin'-his-witt.//
I ain't choosin' ta spit, I just did, they loved it.//
I dub'd it on a 4-4 tempo, let-go an' stunned-em.//
this my calling like ATT, I'm right in the center.//
smitin' contenders, dis-regard my record.//
that was in the past, all who beat me now defenders.//
I'm elevated beyond they level, they peons in dis-vendetta.//
like chickens with no feathers, bearing shame on every page.//
try'n-escape fake, y'all like 8 mile robots, generic style un-packed from tha same crate.//
just waste space on record store shelves, wait..//
nah-I'm mistaken, you all too wack ta get there, I was thinkin' of someone else.//
someone with talent, take me for example, lyrics ain't a challenge.//
every rhyme like a culligan bottle, holdin' fuckin' gallons.//
that's why I'm chosen, a "hoser" with a colder shoulder than jack frost.//
why you even playin' that weak track dawg?//

HOOK

I stack units in a room full to the top, open up shop.//
got tha whole block lookin'-ta cop a copy from BLuNT.//
they like the way I'm talkin' sloppy, somebody STOP ME.//
this like high-way robbery, takin' all ya dollas on tha road to success.//
pot-holes left behind like I'm over the broken sets.//
shit's spun an' done a 360, now there's a BLuNT smokin' vets.//
tha runt's dun grow'n an' explodin' show'n all who tha best.//
I'm bigger an' better than any emcee, y'all like last years model in tha show-room next to me.//
I shine, y'all dull like tarnished sterling ya need to be re-furbished.//
this track murda's wax on purpose, it ain't rap-slaughter this vocals in the 3rd degree.//
BLUNT-MC... now y'all heard-a me..

HOOK

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as i have come to expect you never cease to amaze me with your ability to maintain the readers interest good job

thx dawg... I ain't even know it's like one day I was gettin' hated on.. the next I was ill.. and have been since.. holla

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people who know what they want w2ill praise those who enlighten desire you feed the side of us that want to here reality at the same time the tint of fiction

I ain't try to do that.. lol.. it's just how my mind works I guess.. this shit comes naturally to me, but it didn't used to, it's like one day something clicked in my brain or something... the only reason I wrote this is because I'm doing an audio about wack mc's...
the hook 4 that is as follows:

"I ain't even know why you play'n this type-a track.//
why you play'n this type-a track?//
this type-a rap?.//
shit's makin' me angry-steamin' mad..//"

and I have a verse 4 it.. but not here.. so I decided to write the other side of tha story.. and this track was writtin 'bout how I make the bomb tracks, the hook's like opposite from the wack mc one..

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uppin

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yet again'

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uppin' you fucking ass hole sleepers.. if you reply to me I will reply to you...

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yo this was a nice track dog i bet that shit sounds tight,wordplay was hot flow was hot,remained on topic,do ya thing.1

wow.......wow.........WOW...(quoted by mos def:brown sugar)

uppin'

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