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I move with the elegance of an African elephantI presented the evidenceEloquent as the presidentEvident is the emphasisI deserve me a championshipBut before I banana clipI'mma chill so my man can ripLittle man against HellionWith the heart of an orphanI got the words of a murdererAnd an eye for distortionYou take a slice of my portionI'll take a piece of your profitI drive at illegal speedsKeep an oz in my pocketWe run the jewels in your townA quarter pound on my personI'm known for pounding the stageI'm talking burning and cursingProducer gave me a beatSaid it's the beat of the yearI said El-P didn't do itSo get the fuck outta hereLetras de cancionesYou wanna hang, bring your throatI got stools and a ropeI'mma slang popeHaranguing the land with a man's flowA new edition to the art of the old codeThat's fully retarded and put a part in your bold domeAy ElWe the villains, we antagonist bad guysMercy me, merciless me putting pain in they sad eyesIt's time for Skywalker talk cause meet the true Darth VaderI hit your mom in '03, but a G ain't ate herSo baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respectBefore I Melvin on you Jody, put my arm on your neckOr worse yet be the reason your girl want a divorceBe at your crib with your kids saying "fuck your fortLil' nigga!"The style isRadiation leak at Mile IslandAlso known as Chernobyl talkListen for the sirensFor the green I'm a hoarderYou're the poor distorterSorta morbid sonnin' these fuckin' whoredome explorersI'm boredEnough of your bummy shit, it's numb to the core, sureYou suck a good dick for the fameAnd couldn't resist getting playedI fuck like I'm headed to warI'm really not playing no gamesBut tag me god damn it I'll kill the carrier mentions my nameHey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on beatI'm merciless, I'll torture emcees, tie up both of they feetIf they refuse to run the jewels we beat the bottoms of feetI'm talking grip pliers, guys, to the top of your teethHey me and Jaime killed the competition, top of the heapIs where we staying when they corpses resting under our feetI sent they mom a little cash and a sympathy letterTold her she raised a bunch a fuck boysNext time do betterBitchWe the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, future of the cityDaddy Fat Saxx don't give a damn cause can't nann new niggas get with meNow it's true, niggas are simply simple minded simple SimonsBeing dumbed down by the local radio stations by designingBut what I be rhyming, no payola is requiredMy bank account obese as fuck while yours sits on a dietNigga your lease is up, you're firedQuiet, that's how the boss talkRetain ownership on everything, every car boughtAnd paid for, no neighbors cause I'm sitting on acresWent to Vegas, jumped the broom cause I wasn't trippin' on papersOr no prenuptual agreement for mamaIf we broke up and she took half I'd still be sitting on commasEight figures nigga From Letras Mania