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, uh, ms. jade, yeah, it's like that old "back in the day" house party, dance contest shit right here, they got me, watcin' my back, looking over my shoulder, i'm the best part of wakin' up, like a cup of folgers, i'm the oldest and the youngest at the same time, assitent to the beat, like we both got the same mind, i got the feelin' for the flava of the figgas, ya'll dont know what ya'll done triggered, squad'll ride and turn big whipper, they love me, from block niggas that shot cracks, college boys, them niggas with dreads and knapsacks, i spit greasy like an s curl, i don't just get 'em naucious, i make them muthafuckas hurl, step it up, next level once i get involved, back flip, kick, then i spit like i'm lara croft, the game is off, i made every shot, from every block, hydro to the ready rock, i semi pop like i got beef wit ya, dem things gonna get cha, better bring ya peeps wit ya, ], is you a problem for them faggot boys, would you finish off this bottle wit me, could you lose it all to get some more, do you eat, sleep and shit philly, since i was suckin' on bottles, and playin' wit my rattles, cocky wit the flow, plus i'm itchin' for a battle, grab you and choke you up, toss you in the corner, flows make you drown when you sinkin' in the water, callin' for the coroner, funeral in florida, ya'll don't wanna deal with this broad, nigga i'm warnin' ya, hot like timmy, push ya buttons like i'm jimmy, peep shit, street shit, broady game in me, it's a gimmick, fuck the house, i'll take it to the limit, turn ugly like a gremlin, if you messin' wit my spinach, smoke green in them bonaville seats, lean, ms. jade, need an army to beat me, i gotta stuff you, one time you'll get it, a little talent but you don't know what to do with it, i'm through wit it, all that other shit is minor, key element, right next to water, sun and fire, i'm from the 215, so ya'll guys better recognize, handle half and leave the rest to god, nothin' to lose and somethin' to prove, i save the bender for the suckas, shit i'm breakin' the rules, ain't no way ya'll folks don't smell what i'm preparin', i ain't carin' 'bout ya mom, pop or aunt karen, i do damage on a daily basis, words boil you like hot soup and i'll let you taste it, i'm the bang bang, minus the chitty cocksucka, born like 16th street to the damn ruckas, i'm dumb nice, ruin ya dumb lives, see a watch but you broke, look at ya dumb ice, sometimes i feel outta place cuz i stick out like a sore thumb, wild out so i can't wait 'til the tour come, i'm like gladys without them damn pips, plus i smoke on them l's til my fingernails is black tips, i'm so hip, ya'll see the shit that i be on, talk tough, niggas be like plastic like neons, i'm disgusting, known for ball bustin', crushin', bluffin', dustin', it's nothin',