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(Really like to rock the funky beats) --> Chuck D
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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The majestic great from the head to the toes
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I ain't in a gang, I'm in my favorite clothes
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But I can scrap with any enemies or foes
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Cause I'm champion, just ask all my hoes
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Please don't push, or you wish that you didn't
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We're goin toe to toe, and it ain't no kickin
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My moves are kinda slick and my punches be stickin
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So put up your dukes, you little half-priced chicken
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Don't brother-brother me, cause I ain't your kin
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I'm aimin for the end, and I'm off that gin
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Tee came to separate boys from the men
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If I see another dance step, I'm shootin for the chin
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I sag when I stroll, cause I'm known as a hood
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I fuck real good, got trophies for the wood
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Hub City hangin, I love shootin fakes
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So bitch, make way for King Tee Tha Great
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Come on (say yeah)
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(Check it out y'all
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You don't stop
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Keep on) --> Big Daddy Kane
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Back on the block I got juice with the gees
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I was writin rhymes while they picked up ki's
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Yeah, I got homies that be throwin up b's
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And I got family that be throwin up c's
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But to the O.G.'s it's all about paper
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Let's sling these birds and gangbang later
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I gotta be the great, cause ain't nobody greater
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A obvious rhyme would be E-Swift is on the fader
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Since I'm out west I bought a holster for my glock
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Sittin on the roof [censored] at the muthafuckin cops
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And the fuckin bitches that's burnin in a cock
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And Lord forbid, don't let me see my pops
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Cause it'll be a buck-buck, and another buck-buck
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I don't give a fuck, he left mom duke stuck
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No remorse, cause I love shootin fakes
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So run, nigga, run, here comes King Tee Tha Great
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Tha Great
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King Tee |