Battle me you'll lose your life, do you really wanna chance that?
I've been known to rap my ass off, why you think my pants sag?/
stand back the man's back, the place is jam packed
and I ain't leaving till I hear the fans hands clap/
or till people start rolling out their dance mats
pop locking and breaking till their joints won't stop aching/
if I'm not making sense then just pretend to understand me,
most'll push more bull than Sammy on a quest to win a Grammy/
and that's just faker than Miami how y'all act so artificial,
but I am to wack mc's what weapons inspectors are to missiles/
and when I hear the starter pistol I pioneer and pave my own path.
Purposely I pulverize you punks I pray you know that/
man I hang my hat where home's at to reclaim the throne I won't slack,
gotta keep it movin everyday we show improvement/
so if you ain't in tune with the movement, or the way we do our music
I suggest you find something else to groove with: MOVE!
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