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    You can find me in the club where the huns at

    Muthafuck that trucker hat hug-rap

    I know who I am, who I be, who I always was

    Not a rapper that would dis another just to start a buzz

    You should know that, just let the beef go away

    How many weathermen do I have to slay

    El-P give that mouth a rest

    Go and get yourself in shape give that couch a rest

    I sent you a demo in 94 with straight original shit

    No scientifical shit

    And you cats talk about it like it's still in your whip

    If you're large as you say, why you still sweating Shay?

    Pissed cuz I reminisce about boom-bap

    You just made cuz you make your money off nerd-rap

    And can never change that, the fact you make soft shit

    Embarassed so you gotta remind us about the profit

    Sorry that I study from the blueprint

    And don't associate with your nerd-rap movement

    "Independently I sold..." man, get over yourself

    Every interview I read it's like your blowing yourself

    Putting doe on your shelf? Stop hoeing yourself

    You're a herb, look at you, you know it yourself!

    I showed you love from day one and I kept on

    But now you upset because your boys got stepped on

    If you were as smart as you claim to be

    And had beef muthafucker you should've came to me

    But no, write a dis, hope you won't get caught

    Cuz you know I never peep shit from Gaysop Rock

    Listen, I liked Funcrusher that was that

    But then you heard Dr. Octagon and never looked back

    "Blue Flowwwers" Allow me flex my true powers

    And send this fucking hobbit back to the two towers

    ..............No I'm not stopping yet

    Bars of Death ain't done it ain't dropping yet

    I got jokes about your face believe me

    But dissing you because of your looks is too easy

    You can't help that you a Keebler elf, "Mr. Be Yourself"

    You should see yourself

    I saw that DVD man I can't understand

    Why you find it so hard to shake a fan's hand

    These are the cats that love you when you do shit

    And actually think the stuff you make is music

    But this is hip-hop kid don't confuse it

    With herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit"

    Bitching about doing a show for short change is fine

    But taping it is assinine

    Then releasing it? That's an ego trip

    Get off your own dick, that's some ego shit (fuck outta here)

    Revolution ain't them beats you record

    Sounding like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard

  • You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment

    Now don't come back with that run-on sentence rap

    Spit it slow, so I can understand you, yo

    Went from Co-Flow to no flow, rushing your rhymes



    No punchlines, just a bunch of punched in lines

    Bed-wetter, you as hip-hop as Eddie Vetter

    If you a true b-boy, explain that mohawk and the Fred Perry sweater

    That look is priceless!

    Now who's the muthafucker with the identity crisis?



    You ain't mad at me dog, you mad at what you've become



    (part 2)



    Banned from New York? Muthafucka don't sleep

    I got a freak in each borough, I was there last week

    You cancelling shows in Boston, acting shook

    Say you from Harlem, telling me to come to Red Hook

    You wanna rep Brooklyn? Ain't no Biggie in you

    Fat sloppy fuck sound like Winnie the Pooh

    Plus dwelling on this beef is a bad decision

    The only fight you ever had is with your own metabolism

    Making them mixtapes, mainstream coverband

    Wannabe G-Unit but sold like 3 units? Damn!

    Baby Huey talks like he had a stroke

    I remember when he told me "Be Alert" was sooo dope

    You was a fan home soaking the bed

    See when I was eating rappers you was eating loaves of bread

    A big oaf with dreads and a clammy handshake

    Now you making records that even your fans hate

    I'll treat you like a Taun-Taun, and slash your flesh

    And give New York's homeless a place to rest

    It ain't about the Weathermen, it's whether or not your men

    Whether or not your femme, Vast drop and gimme 10

    Know your limits, Grimace, you can't finish

    All out of shape fishing for beef but out of bait

    Sherman Klump's in a writing slump no lie

    Nutty Proffessor, minus the sweater and bow tie

    Come take my lotto? Man, that's a waste

    With that tape, all you really robbing is your fan base

    You be claiming you a man but got big saggy tits

    Coppin all your sweaters from a store for fat chicks

    "If this was 86..." man if this was 86

    You'd be sitting in baby shit, crying for some cake and shit

    "Vast is deep!" You kids don't understand

    Anyone can sound deep to an overzealous fan

    So protect that neck Shrek, before I strike again

    You and El-P = Lenny and George from Mice & Men

    The shit is getting old but the beef is fun

    It's like, 5 on 1 I got you fuckers on the run

    So get your facts straight, stop running your mouths

    I keep this mic with me, dog come and get me Puntuación:
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