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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