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Check mic uh, check mic one two...
hey Special K dog, thanks for havin my back
Lets show these cats why we're so whack!
now silver lets get one thing straight
why is it that you're all full of hate?
nah not against me dog I can handle my shit
you bring snoop and dre in this battle, dawg now you're bait
both those rappers will tear your rhymes and have you split
you better start packing and run to uncle Tom
you're now messing with forces that are beyond you or your mom
both of you, I'm just looking out for your hearts
I don't joke around, I'll tear you apart even before the verse starts
both you little punk talk like you're all the best
I joke with accord that you will fail just like the rest
and as Em once said a lot of truth is said in jest
I rhyme where I can and pay my respects where they're due
I'd suggest you do the same before you get the real clue
Honestly, rhyming with timing is all I can do
but the big boys, they have fire power bigger than you
You callin out snoop, you callin out dre
who next on your list dog, pac or nwa?
here I'll let Em again explain the way
you got the realest and illest killas tied up in the knot
the jagurnuauts of the rap shit, like it or not
now back to me dog, have the mic and let me know
when you decide to give up your fake little show
because for now it's all laughs, for now it's a joke
but be careful dog, when those guys take a toke
they'll hunt you down and leave you all broke
and give my crew a call dawg, so we can go out for a smoke
you're starting to see it now, it's becoming all clear
Special K, highlander and I dog, we're shifting through higher gear
but sometimes I rhyme like killa and sometimes I fall
but be warned dawg, my boys will murder you with a simple call
and when I get back up from my little rhyme stall
I'll run circles around your little duo dog, like a chic in a mall
so to leave you with my last line for now
why don't you come up with better shit cuz you sound like a ****in cow
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