[Slick Rick]

All of you cock-pullers are frontin

Wave your arms around like your some octopus or somethin

To better ya

For any chick you want, I'm gettin her

Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera

Who the one to entertain and fume with?

Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with?

Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet

Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet

Evicted -- why you tryin to find shit to lick with?

Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick

Though you pretend to be glory

I'm number one, that's the end of the story

The black Clark Gable leave you numb

Every single one, frontin on your label is a bum

Let me slow it down, that's enough of that

This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats



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From New York to Cali none'll fuck with

the awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?

Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya

And even I got de-ported, I Own America



[Slick Rick]

He's so crazy -- I smash rippin up the place

Give the mack a taste -- I wipe my ass with a rapper face

Cars come to a dead stop

Rain find ways not to drop on my headtop

Tycoon rush at the richest

Even my complexion is a must-have to bitches

Even without, car money to budget

I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects

Knahmean? Bitches are in awe * at the lingo * (pronounced OAR)

Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income

An old-timer, lock up all vagina fields

France nor Italy can fuck with my designer skills

Saltin inferior, faultin to where we are

Tryin to find fault in superior

Let me slow it down, that's enough of that

This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats



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[Slick Rick]

You lack the taste hook I'm stickin em with

While degenrate like yourself make our race look ignorant (mm)

And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy

Bout in the groin gets none of this tenderloin

Feet planted on deep black firmament

Bow -- in the presence of who lead rap permanent

Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids

You stunk, cause mortals ain't shit to conquer

Somebody said new pharoahes have appeared

How when everything I wore ten years ago you wear now?

I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid

Hung to it, you complete bum to Rick

Source Awards, yeah Rick every seminar

Even make Sadaam Hussein tell me where the weapon are (mm-hmm)

Let me slow it down, that's enough of that

This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats



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