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Those who chose to be foes drop like dominos
One by one, big name pros become John Does
Manila had a thriller but I get iller than Jigga
Kill a mill, I drill a hole in your body using soul as a filler
Until another rapper jumps up
Gave the crowd free Reeboks and you still didn't pump 'em up
You need the Po with more soul than Dr. Scholl's
Instead of battling, walk barefoot over hot coals
Who holds the title?
Show me the man sittin' next to the man sittin'
Next to the man sittin' next to the goddamn man
I plan to whip him, take his belt and strip him
And for being a good sport, I'll flip him a quarter to tip him
Hip him, I'm black gold from Mother Earth
Me taking a loss is like seeing a brother surf
Red, yeah, you think I'm dope? Don't sleep on Eric
When you compare authentic to generic
You'll say the Flavor Unit's gotta be real like Cheryl Lynn
Show you how to swing it like Errol Flynn
So what you're saying is dead
Your style, your whole crew is softer than wet bread
The baddest man in town ain't Leroy Brown
He stuck his dick in a donut and still couldn't fuck around
Pound for pound, it sounds too immense
It would make no sense, the consequence would be too intense, huh
I make heavy statements, you make thin points
I'm puffin' a fat Uzi Mac and you're struggling through a pen joint
Wait a minute while I put the funk back in it
And people get ready 'cause it's brand new and heavy
When I brainstorm, it's thunder and lightning and the whole nine
MC's that run and bounce back 'cause I hold mine
Why would you think I would jump? I'd a told Hops
I heard you been runnin' shit but this is where the road stops
A stone wall on the microphone, y'all
Swing through a voice that rings like a telephone call
Because I'm dope, MC's try to take a hit and pass the glass to a fiend
But yo, I'll break your shit in half like a breadstick
Money hold your head quick
Duck before you're stuck in a hospital bed sick