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I reign terror, fall off never
(So how you gonna do this?) Ayo, whatever
I prepared, equipped, and I'm here to flip
Me take a loss? I'm not trying to hear that shyt
Neither me or the brothers that I run with
So grab a seat and shut up with that dumb shyt
It's showtime, so it's time to get hype now
Wack MC's leave the stage, put the mic down
Just like that now, riff you get smacked now
You know what I know? You take your ass to the background
MC's I eat up, chew up, mash up
Get out of hand and I'll fukk your damn ass up
Come prepared, don't front and get scared
I grab the mic, go "One two" and say "Yeah"
I rock any track that's thrown me
A classic, a breakbeat, or even R&B
Whether a variety, or even one group
Any MC against me, now that's a dumb move
As I proceed to flip, I'm a succeed with this
A brother beat me? No one would believe that shyt
So don't play me, stress me, or stand hard
Never send a p*ssy out to do a man's job
This is my game, I play the cards here
I bust a rapper's ass plus I send him home with car fare
I flow like a faucet, kick the crazy raw shyt
I beat a rapper from the party to his doorstep
Straight up and down you don't want no conflict
Smoother than a pimp, rougher than a convict
Save the riff cause you ain't saying shyt
Go against this, you get smoked like a spliff
I drop hits and watch my competitors flip
To them it's dope, to me it's just regular shyt
That I dropped on the scene cause I knew it would boom
I get in a rapper's ass like a tight pair of Fruit of the Looms
They try to hang, but all of them struck out
What they need to do is retire and chill the fukk out
Cause I get fancy, funky, plus nasty
I'll be damned to let a motherfukker pass me
With my style of hip-hop, won't fall or flip flop
Here to get props cause my shyt's hot
So when you see me don't hog me or crowd me
Lord Finesse saying peace, I'm Audi
(So how you gonna do this?) Ayo, whatever
I prepared, equipped, and I'm here to flip
Me take a loss? I'm not trying to hear that shyt
Neither me or the brothers that I run with
So grab a seat and shut up with that dumb shyt
It's showtime, so it's time to get hype now
Wack MC's leave the stage, put the mic down
Just like that now, riff you get smacked now
You know what I know? You take your ass to the background
MC's I eat up, chew up, mash up
Get out of hand and I'll fukk your damn ass up
Come prepared, don't front and get scared
I grab the mic, go "One two" and say "Yeah"
I rock any track that's thrown me
A classic, a breakbeat, or even R&B
Whether a variety, or even one group
Any MC against me, now that's a dumb move
As I proceed to flip, I'm a succeed with this
A brother beat me? No one would believe that shyt
So don't play me, stress me, or stand hard
Never send a p*ssy out to do a man's job
This is my game, I play the cards here
I bust a rapper's ass plus I send him home with car fare
I flow like a faucet, kick the crazy raw shyt
I beat a rapper from the party to his doorstep
Straight up and down you don't want no conflict
Smoother than a pimp, rougher than a convict
Save the riff cause you ain't saying shyt
Go against this, you get smoked like a spliff
I drop hits and watch my competitors flip
To them it's dope, to me it's just regular shyt
That I dropped on the scene cause I knew it would boom
I get in a rapper's ass like a tight pair of Fruit of the Looms
They try to hang, but all of them struck out
What they need to do is retire and chill the fukk out
Cause I get fancy, funky, plus nasty
I'll be damned to let a motherfukker pass me
With my style of hip-hop, won't fall or flip flop
Here to get props cause my shyt's hot
So when you see me don't hog me or crowd me
Lord Finesse saying peace, I'm Audi
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