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Yeah….2005….It’s my time now…Hit me with that crazy beat dog
(beat comes in)
The new champ is here
They call me , let’s go
Verse 1
Haven’t been out the game, haven’t been in, haven’t retired
But just like jay, pac, nas and 50 they’ll admire
Everything about, how I look, dress, rhyme, and dance
It’s my time now throw up your mother f**kin hands
I’m a solider (beat stops, then comes back) better yet I’m a warrior
Stand up to any motherf**ker trying to know ya
This is all me, wasn’t always but will be
The craziest, looniest, lyrical mind that you’ll ever see
I’m hypnotic and funky, funny but not comic
My words are weapons, I’m like osma rappin in Islamic
The way I put these words together ( ha ha) wanna make a bet
Oh yeah, and you haven’t even seen me free style yet
You can call me the wizard of oz
The way I make people sit and pause
And actually listen for a change on what I have to say
Up next is the chorus and verse two ok

Chorus
You know that you can’t ball with what
You know that you can’t hang with what
You know that you can’t ride with what
You know that you can’t f**k with what

Verse 2
Rap battle beef man that ain’t nuthin
I got a pair of scissors but I just ain’t cuttin
It’s like I got a computer but I just ain’t typin
In 88 a apple dropped but it just ain’t wripin
You think you’re a wicked witch, you think your lines are bright
I free styled faster than it took you to write
One single rap verse, with your little pen and pad
You dress terrible and your rhyming skills are bad
But I ain’t just focusing on one single kid in the crowd
It states clearly in my job description I’m hear to make the people proud
So that’s what I’m gonna do and I’m gonna make the big bucks
I’m the great one and I ain’t talking about shooting pucks
You could say that I made this song with just pure luck
I shoot rhymes so fast you gotta run, duck and tuck
Like a navy seal or a high military unit
I’m not very original so I’m just gonna scream UNIT

Chorus
You know that you can’t ball with what
You know that you can’t hang with what
You know that you can’t ride with what
You know that you can’t f**k with what

Verse 3
People wanna step to me and be like you ain’t all that good
That just makes me wanna prove that there misunderstood
Cause I always perform to my best level and higher
The competition gets run off the road like a flat tire
Or go home with there moms and play a game of tennis
I shoot rocks at you with a sling like Denis the menace
Getting into mischief, always up to no good
When I was little I would write my lines and say that I could
Now look at me, I got my first of many hip-hop bangers
I’m putting cash in my pocket instead of my goddamn manners
When I freestyle I take shots, but most of them misted
So then I win and wrap my arm in more ice than a broken wirst
So that’s the end of it, it’s time to go and say bye
Collect my check, to the bank and then fly
All the way around the world in just one day
And when I get back, I’ll have another song to play ok

Chorus
You know that you can’t ball with what
You know that you can’t hang with what
You know that you can’t ride with what
You know that you can’t f**k with what

Ha ha ha
It’s far from done now
I’m just getting started now
To be continued
PERIOD
Ha ha ha