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 Mista  twista  get ya
 every single time when I rhyme like I know so I flow
 with tha gifted tounge  an encriptic rung
 new phases to enter the mazes play this
 two times a day with the dayo
 day  hey  hey ho with a day light come
 I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was
 because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers so
 they know and I know we all know day hey yo
 day light come and me wanna go home-
 cool
 no tool, no Smith and Wesson
 just an oppisite so I can pop a bit of
 shit on the mic when I get on the mic
 "pee-pee--pee-ping!"
 I ricochet a bit on the mic
 and I like it-
 Just like the Gulf or World War II
 d-e-l will say and straight slay anyone who
 makes advances when I make um heel
 peel off the anwsers when i'm drilling in your skull like a beaver
 binito-but I ain't finished
 till I like to flip side rhymes cause the rhythm gets deminished.
 Casual
 I would if I could but I ain't cause I'm dank
 time for me to lay down the law: who's raw?
 you saw the blues and the shoes of the writer
 stronger than a siskel and your like a side bar
 artery-
 try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me
 because I'm not the g
 to be stepped to
 let loose negative bones
 that my rep crew I let loose negative tones
 so you better get flows to counter act what we've done
 proceed more stunts cause I'm hard like a street, son
 we go and step back as I wreck shop
 pronounced to break necks of those who won't stop
 artist-the one who does better they ain't found
 and if someone else tries to step: I knock that ass down
 the bigger the batter the bigger the fatter is
 whenever you figure this nigga is gettin his
 be real and don't kill my walk with your next thought
 and answer that your boss-
 cause that's when you lost
 keep on losing, amusing many tactics
 I came to earn more green than Saint Patrick
 and I make backs if you get caught frontin'
 never bought a Newport but I'm on the button.
 Tajai
 I needs no sugar crisp to get swift
 so what with two sylabols-it's just the positive
 Tajai
 I steals Souls that try to steal my laddin
 coming to your brain like I would on a sheet
 I respond with no distraction when I see one
 fatter than re-run so what's happennin'?
 it's not where you from, it's just how you come
 correct my stacks will get rough to bake
 get phucked enough to my men like idie midie
 look in the membrane enough because I am a righty
 fight these-
 you'll catch follies if you folly
 I make shanks to stick fakes I'm dank and you're quaint
 wack shit puritian surround like ineffectual
 I get um-blunt style like the heart of homosexuals.
 not for sex when you cross the intersection you're damaged
 get bruised knuckles and what you look for
 bad ones
 busted a few much more than two
 a slew of sold ass phonies,
 bust their cohonies
 try,
 you'll catch my Vans in your highnee
 that's if my bankrupt slips though I doubt
 how do you want to convert me in time
 but I seize more than those candies-nothing gets by me
 so play them tracks-
 and you'll go out like beta max
 next to Tajai cause I kicks the greater stacks.
 Opio
 Be deep boom-
 bob your head to this, mischievous
 soul socidle,
 idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writter
 might not be the greater innovater of the mind scheme
 but my style is like the visine: it gets your eyes opening.
 this raggedy andy gets dandy like a lion in the meadow
 while the teapot blows steam like a kettle
 the hip to the hop
 I make up flip when I get drastic
 stepping with their moods but their flows are pornographic
 and man with the vocal making the locals go insane
 the regal rhyming speech substan-nance for the brain
 get frisky with the phrases like you praises like a deity
 the one with liberated souls
 -control for infinity
 got style much slimma-kids' got a body child
 Hieroglyphics gonna flip the rhythm for the meanwhile
 articulate my lingo as I linger in my medium of speech
 and I could keep poppin cause I'm trying to teach
 a smidgen of religion to the fraudulant
 listen, pay attention I'm the master of this convention
 kick the wigidy while ye style be stutering
 just like smiley
 skipping singles down your satur-dreams to bad it seems you try me
 and I can make it play down into extreme conscienceness
 plus your wondering extinguish all them myths
 optimistic, stylistic, mysticness I'm swift like murcury
 nursing me
 I show I've got the gift.
 A-Plus
 People call me Snupe: that's because I'm living fat
 People call me nasty: that's because I eat the cat
 and I swing a bat to knuckle heads, leaving devils dead
 never said
 never cause I cock my head
 better dreadlock on the top of my head,
 never flakky
 if this was a peel then Bodasa couldn't shake me
 or bake me
 cause Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough
 if you wanna spread the skins
 then I got alot of stuff
 got it? tough-got enough-gotta lick it twice
 why step? here's a fly rep
 I kept my step ladder
 I had a fatter flow to be hittin on
 now it's just a smidgen like a pidgeon I be shittin' on
 sittin on a futon...
 slip the larger roots on
 I'm the type of brotha that ya have to keep ya boots on
 opps-
 I'm sorry cause I didn't mean to dis you
 I could hook a hoe and make um blow like I was tissue
 mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lot of doe
 looking in my garden,
 schylar got a lotta hoes
 Yo-I didn't mean hoes, yo I meant women
 If she got the pooh, I got the trunks: let's go swimming
 dip dip dive as I'm live
 moving in on the top of my jock you don't stop
 here a pimp there a pimp everywhere a pimp pimp
 this A-plus grades the quiz-so there it is