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Woo Uh! Ah! Tobe! What's this? Oh-ho-ho-ho! Yeah! Now this is funky right here! Wh-what? Wh-wh-what'd you say now Chuck? Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Aye, you know that's right! Ha-ha-ha-ha And that's a fasho, right on! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Look, look, look, look I am not an icon, I'm a hyphen between Jah and the ghetto Alchemist, no Paulo Coelho, touch Fat, my hammer pow-pow and the halo Will be added on to the top of your dome, sorry But I got love for F.a.t like the O.G. from Marcy got for B I gots to to be the best thing to pop out the S.W.A.T. or possibly The next King with the thoughts of Socrates Complete with Pac and Pun in a large degree of Well-to-do spitters, careful they hail who glitters, ooh But soon as veils wither, trust me, they'll nail you with us, ooh Yeah, but don't grow weary in well-doin' I hop on tracks solely so my impact derails coonin' In failed unions and males who inhale 'cause they sell ruin Letras de cancionesTo frail humans trailed by the smell loomin' Of death, decay, and all that's still bloomin' From poor decisions, the morgue exhibits Those no more with the livin', I pray for those who abhor the rhythm of The righteous, I'm a titan with the Midas touch straight from Zion, whole flow is blindin' When I'm in alignment, I'm M Bison, fist when he flyin', electrifyin', ooh! Ha-ha-ha, yuh, y'all should be more grateful Got it out the mud, no label, but I'm still snappin' like I'm Fabo Ooh, yuh, might just lean wit' it, rock wit' it Tell a fake rapper clock tickin', if I ain't got the key then I'm lock pickin' Ooh, yuh, but only at the door that's meant for me A symphony should play when I enter the imagery of those in the industry Who say they spit bars, they deserve a thick jar of Shut that your dirty mouth, come my friend, please get out Whet in do you talk about when you talk about what you talk about, ooh See the boy go in and out, of the pidgeon, just so they can Listen just a little different when I'm spittin' what I'm spittin' OK that's enough, I'm finished Ooh Ya know man, I-I'm just tryna stay on my P's and toes and never get caught diggin' up my nose Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha No one knows where the nose goes when the doors close Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha Stay woke Ah-ha-ha From Letras Mania