First off tell me what's your name dude who are you
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Man I'm you I'm KJ Five Number 2 man
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How can that be man you aint me man
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I'm 52 what are you KJ Five Three man?
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Nah see I'm the rapper that yo u used to be
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Before you sold out and started rapping so pathetically
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I came from the past to battle me?
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That's right because you forget what means to be an emcee
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Oh I get it cause I'm popular now
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And I got a dove award I forgot the underground
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You think I forgot how to throw it down
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And I can't hold my own that's what your saying to me now?
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Yeah that's right and what I'm saying is
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You're a biter you write your songs for youth group kids
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Dear slim a gimmick everybody's knowing this
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Oh you think so we can find out about this
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You can say what you want yep
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But I really don't care I really don't care
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First of all fools like you get devoured
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You aint wack you like wack to the 7th power
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I'm a go ahead and expose all ya gimmicks
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And leave ya blown out like a tire with a hole in it
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You don't' get it battling me that's risky
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Your last CD was wack but it made a nice Frisbee
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You can't be expect now not to get exposed
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When your style's such a copy I could pick it up at Kinkos
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How you gonna run up in the place
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When your eyebrows look like they exploded off your face
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Knowing your rock the pair of same socks for 3 days
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Dude is so white he probably bleeds mayonnaise
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I'm sorry don't get all mad
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Cause your teeth look like you just brush em with a brillo pad
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Don't be sad that's not what I mean
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I mean it smells like an animal went and died between ya teeth but..
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I'm all up in your atmosphere
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and I'm blowing out your mind like sticking dynamite in your ear
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Yeah don't even try to step
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When the rhymes are so tight you could use them for spandex
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you should know when to quit
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cause I aint feeling you like I chopped off my fingertips
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see I aint even bluffing
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I could take you without saying ....
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how you gonna get all up on it
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When your forehead so big I could write my next song on it
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I didn't mean it dog gone it
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I meant the junk is so big I could pull out a paintbrush and draw on it
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Don't be looking at me strange
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When your hair is so greasy I think it needs an oil change
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Fo sheezy I'm the real 52
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Welcome to the city of wackness population only you
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You gonna have to shut your mouth
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So you can finally see what the kj is all about
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Yeah no doubt I'll be the first to admit it
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That since I started now a days I rap a lot different
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But c'mon man you got to be kidding
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I cant stay the exact same way now be realistic
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Music evolves that's being artistic
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There's just one thing that stays consistent
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Its just Jesus first in every single lyric
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Hopefully that's apparent I care less if ya feel it
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Label what I do as nothing more than gimmicks
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In fact label me a sell out in fact I agree with it
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Sold out to Christ sold out my life
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Plus I sold out the show I did last night
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And if I sold out to doing God's plan
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And that makes me a sell out that's what I am then
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Say What You Want
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KJ-52 |