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Schooling people takes forever; don't bother
well, if it's a first person diss track directed at nas, then we already know he's talking to him, so go all the way...would take forever to edit tho

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I mean by that point its a rewrite of the whole song.

Read this in Jay's voice:

What's up nikkas, hey yo, I know I ain't talking 'bout you dog
Me, what?
("fukk Jay-Z")
I been on your dikk nikka, I love your style, nikka
("fukk Jay-Z")
(He) fukk with my soul like ether
(Will) Teach me the king I know I'm
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) You prove I lost already

Brace myself for the main event
I'm impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
He embrace us with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at my cartilage
Burner at the side of my dome, come outta your throne
You got this, locked since '9-1
You are the truest, name a rapper that you ain't influenced
Gave us chapters but now you keep your eyes on us Judas
With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept your name in my music
Check it

fukk with my soul like ether
(Will) Teach me the king I know I'm
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) You prove I lost already
Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour your ashes out on us nikkas man (no doubt)
Hey, us fagots, we'll kneel and kiss the fukkin' ring
fukk with my soul like ether
(Will) Teach me the king I know I'm
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) He prove I lost already

You been fukked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, we hoped that you'd be gone, stiff and rotten
we just piss on you, shyt on you, spit on your grave (uh)
Talk about you, laugh behind your back but in your face
We're some "well wishers, " friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With our hands out for your money, man, how much can you take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when you was sleep
That us Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up your weapon, slowly loading up your ammo
To explode it on my camel, and my soldiers, you can handle
This for me and my manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's my man, then I got the nerve to say that Im better than Big
dikk sucking lips, why won't I let the late, great veteran live?

"God's son" across the belly, you prove I lost already
The king is back, where your crown at?
(I'll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it nikkas
fukk with my soul like ether
(Will) Teach me the king I know I'm
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) He prove I lost already

We nikkas deal with emotions like bytches
What's sad is you love me 'cause I'm your brother
I traded my soul for riches
Your child, you watched me grow up to be famous
And now you smile like a proud dad, watching your only son that made it
I seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Was I abused as a child, scared to smile, they called me ugly?
Well life is hard, hug you, don't reject you
Or make records to disrespect you, blatant or indirectly
In '88 I was getting chased through my building
Calling your crib and you ain't even give me your numbers
All you did was give me a style for me to run with
Smiling in your face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
I'm a fan, a phony, a fake, a p*ssy, a Stan
You still whip my ass, I'm thirty-six in a karate class?
I'ma Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, I'm tryna' get brolic?
Ask you if you're trying to kick knowledge
Nah, you're trying to kick the shyt I need to learn though
That ether, that shyt that make my soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, You get it, I'm Biggie and he's Puffy
Rocafella died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy I chose to name my company after?
Put it together, you rocks hoes, I rock fellas
And now I try to take your spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put me in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from your Glock, fellas
Foxy got me hot 'cause I kept my face in her puss
What you think, I'm getting girls now 'cause of my looks?
Ne-gro please
No mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans I'm wack
And my man stabbed Un and made me take the blame
I'm ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered me on my own shyt
I'ma a dikk-riding fagot, I love the attention
Queens nikkas run my nikkas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
My whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn I'm on Jaz dikk
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is goin' come out my fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of your classics
I pop shyt, apologize, nikka, just ask Kiss

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