Curb Servin', Turning rhyme writers into pen-droppers
We been proper, I'm number the no.1 club hopper
Gonna Hit top or bottom, Swing and sock flops that're rotten
If we see you we will let you know the beef is not forgotten
So start trotting if you see me first, curse under your breath
Let out your last ounce of bravado if you've got some left
Hip Hop liberals be like "stop the violence", silence
when I want your opinion, I'll give it to you
I'm shit talkin, walkin, no ripping through crews
Stalking and chalking up Wu-wannabees in a pinch like a vulcan death grip
(Yo yo yo) You best protct ya neck, kid
I give daps and love to those that deserve to be respected
Let's hit the corner, then mash to Mad Bar
Where poetic verse spills fluently fluid like Patois
You know that Creole lingo, Niggas bump my singles
because they paint vivid images like Marge did to Ringo..

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