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M.C.'s get taught a lesson when the mic is in my po-session

Rap's my pro-fession, L is nice. No question

It's a fact I stay geared it shouldn't be weird

that I'm feared, cuz my raps are roughed than a nappy beard

I cook rappers like a chef

I'm Def like Jeff, right to left

My raps are badder than mornin breath

For niggaz deaths I'm the number one suspect

cuz I catch much wreck, 'specially when I'm upset

Suckers I'm a stick of they start

Breakin 'em up and then takin they heart

You better believe that Big L is the man that be rippin the microphones

apart

I hold a 40 right because I'm the naughty type

When I strike the mic, niggaz be like, "Shorty hype!"

I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics is well writ'

You sayin L's dis and L's dat, get off L dick

Rhymes I create and knock out ya gold tooth

Battlin me's like fightin a gorilla in a phone booth

I wreck mics and drop the cool speeches

Nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin school teachers

1-2, 1-2, Rappers I run through

Fuck Karate, I practice Gun-Fu

The Big L is an assassinator

I grab the mag and leave a fag leakin like Activator

I'm the nigga that you never even thought of beatin

Black, white, or Puerto Rican

I'm could slaughter each an'

every crab M.C. that runs up when the battle comes up

Gimme two thumbs up

Peace