Uh huh. Yo. Rock me
Hold me up to your head for awhile
Picture black when you reciting and handing it out
To your friends, your family, the people you love
I'm on stage with a mic and I'm holding it up
Like a sword, but oh lord, when the cut come in
Every detail of my happiness and every sin
Was written down for your ears so
When I'm done say m to the izzle
Big king of the drums up
Voice of the children up in every slum
With more power than the bullets you got in your gun, one
Highly sought more oft then not
Did it so my child would be proud of her pops
And tell her friends, how really dope the man is
And how the rest really is all bullish in show biz
So you need me more than I need you
Moe Burger for President, the Project Move!
Dress so fresh impress the best bitch
Throw the mic like a bone and I'll go and fetch it
Top dog, underdog, life hectic
Most definite unemployment check collected
Temporary layoff, got the day off
Hopefully these rhymes will payoff
Dead bullseye away off
Color chaos, I display awe
Midnight night seance, the beats play yo
Run to the corner store, grab a dutchee
Run back to the crib, roll it up, lovely
Press play to the beat tape, you can't touch me
Sky high like Marv Goodie, cloud above me
Man bionic, super high, magic carpet
Couldn't touch it, unless you tried to reach out and love it yo
Smoke this l, both too swell
How I feel, broken heart
I ain't keeping it still I'm just browsin
Shipping crates by the thousand it's called Yao Ming
Make it sound clean, that professional sound
F around and get your body print sketched in the ground
Testing me now, trying to write the recipe down
Seems familiar when the millimeter
Missed him by a centimeter
Didn't mean to kill him either, that was just a warning
Better tell em fast, run a telegraph I signed an order
And the must-bust, for just us kids to respect, hits collect
Mic check, mirror mirror on the wall?
Now tell me who the flying king of em all
Go to sleep and dream about how I won it all
Wake up and write a rhyme on how to make it all
That's me in the mirror no makeup, no Jacob
Throw back in my own right with my left hand
To the next plan to the next jam

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