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Dan-e-o, making it hot like Los Angeles

Give me a mic son, burning tracks long before downloading was possible!



Welcome to what's best defined as my rhyme show

That petrifies guys with intensified flows

I testify God set the vibe in my soul

So inspect the lines, check for my specialized prose

I pose a threat to rappers and the industry at once

One side is out of luck, the other side is out to lunch

One side don't wanna battle, the other don't wanna budge

And sign me, well screw it, to hell with the whole bunch

I do this for my people supportin' me from the day

Those who got my album and actually had to pay

Let me getcha up to date cuz a lot of shit has changed

Some of it's mad dope but some of it feels strange

Like I'm single now, when in the clubs yo I mingle wild

Years ago, living without my lady, couldn't think of how

More on that later, cuz I'm actually much stronger

Got ideas how to make my rap career longer

Slowed it down a bit, plus my hooks are top notch

Only ride the sickest beats plus the cuss words I watch

Flows are at they best whether smoothed out or hard

Still got a lot to say plus I still love God

Not a fool, I swallowed my pride and found a job

Finished school, then bought a new ride, then turned the knob

On the door where opportunity was knockin'

I'm rap's eternal cradle, I will never stop rockin'

Check it out...



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For my next stunt, a David Copperfield-like magic trick

Make a rapper disappear while I get set to brag a bit

But hold a sec, before I go ahead and take a stab at it

I have to slap a diss on all you niggaz on some tragic shit

It's wack that it's hard to find artists who ain't frauds to me

If you ain't on this record it's because you didn't wanna be

Ask to do a track and suddenly you stopped with callin' D

But that's alright, keep sleepin', it adds to my armory

And now to all of the people who throw me pounds

When you see me on the street or somewhere around town

Tellin' me to freestyle on the spot

Respect my space and privacy and if the time is right, then we'll rock

But cut that shit out, I'm not 24-hour entertainment

Although I'm outstanding like payments from gamblers in Vegas

Okay kids, now that I got that off my chest

Let me a poke a finger in it, while I talk about the best

Where do I start? Oh yeah man, at shows I'm tops

I put more people's hands in the air than cops

When I rock stages, I belong on a throne

I'm like a kid in school on Saturday, in a class of my own

You talk a big game, but when I show up to your festival

Your poise switches like voice pitches on transsexuals

But yo, the best of all is just for spittin' these tunes

I make a living like women in delivery rooms

Yeah!



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