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I ain't no joke, I use to let the mic smokeNow I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's brokeWhen I'm gone I wrote this song cuz I won't letNobody press up and mess up to seen I setI like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damnBu think about it then you'll understandI'm just an addict addicted to musicMaybe it's a habit, I gotta use itEven if it's jazz or the quiet stormI hook a beat up convert it in a hip-hop formWrite a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me inDeep concentration cuz I'm no comedianJokers are wild if you wanna be tameI treat you like a child then you're gonna be namedAnother enemy, not even a friend of meCuz you'll get fried in the end if you pretend to be? can be? cuz I just put your mind on pauseAnd I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit yoursI wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunRemember me, the one you got your idea fromBut soon you start to suffer but you only get rougherWhen you start to stutter that's when you had enuff ofBiting it, I make you choke, you can't provokeYou can't cope, you should of broke cuz I ain't no jokeI got a question, it's serious as cancerWho can keep the average dancerHyper as a heart attack nobody smilingCuz you're expressing the rhyme that I'm stylingThis is what we all sit down to writeYou can't make it so you take it home, break it and biteUse pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hitsGet the style down pack then it's time to ? swit? Put my tape on pause and add some more to yoursThen you figure you're ready for the neighborhood choresThe e-m-c-e-e don't even try to beWhen you come up to speak, don't even lie to meYou like to exaggerate, dream and imaginateThen change the rhyme around, that can aggravate meSo when you see me come up, freezeOr you'll be one of those 7 mc'sThey think that I'm a new jack but only if they knew thatThey who think wrong are they who can't do thatStyle that I'm doing, they might ruinPatterns of paragraphs based on you andYour offbeat dj, if anything he playSound familiar, I'll wait til e sayPlay 'em, so i'ma have to dis and brokeYou could get a smack for this, I ain't no jokeI hold the microphone like a grudgeB'll hold the record so the needle don't budgeI hold a conversation cuz when I inventI nominated my dj the presdientWhen I'm see i'll, people freestyle, going steadilySo pucker up and whistle my melodyBut whatever you do, don't miss oneThey'll be another rough rhyme after this oneBefore you know it, you're following and fiendingWaiting for the punchline to get the meaningLike before the middle of my story I'm tellingNobody beats the r so stop yellingSave it, put it in your pocket for laterCuz I'm moving the crowd and be a record faderNo interruptions and the mic is brokeWhen I'm gone, then you can jokeCuz everything is real on a serious tipKeep playing and I varies quickAnd take you for a walk through hellFeed your dome then watch your eyeballs swellGuide you out of triple stage darknessWhen it get dark again then i'ma spark thisMicrophone cuz the heat is on, you see smokeAnd I'm finish when the beat is gone, I'm no joke

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