Come, get some, you little bum I take the cake but you can't get a crumb from the poetic, authentic, superior Ultimate - and all that good shit I'm the original, Asiatic, acrobatic There you have it, now get dramatic Creatin drama when I'm on the scene And I pack em in mean, like Bruce Springsteen I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile put on trial a rap pile to exile Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLE And I'm still calm and humble You need another helpin hand to swing on I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey Starsky and Hutch, but they still can't face me And if may make this one thing here clear that's for you not to come near, PERIOD So I ain't buggin or delirious My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is And I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MC that thought he was nice into Minute Rice Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff Cause Cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff And the mic I ravage, not like a savage but in my own way of doin damage As I design the genuine line Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine?
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