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On the real, I freak techniques and beats in my sleep
The mack back in action show skills when I speak
Watch my leak when I bring it to your face
I still corner dimes but in the nine I'm on a paper chase

Glass rocks, mega tops, Tims on your block
Holding heat like crock pots and keeping g's in my socks
(So, what's up, Hopps?)

Now if you had my eyes then you'd see what I see
A desire to see a soundman hung and bless the M-I-C
Who I be? The generation of the next MC's
Who believe in breakbeats, microphones, and tecs
My voice travels through your flesh, putting crews to rest
I wanna be the shit from here to Budapest
Kneel please, I represent real MC's

Now who done passed you a diaper and got you thinkin' you the shit?
The styles I be inkin' get you hyper when I get and attack tracks
Bruise and snooze on the wack
My crew's in the back, gettin' blitzed like a slow quarterback
No introduc's needed, this be the jam
Which occurs everytime that the mic hits my hand
Now understand, me not makin' MC's sweat
Is like seein a brother sellin the Final Call chillin' in the short set