Come, get some, you little bum

I take the cake but you can't get a crumb

from the poetic, authentic, superior

Ultimate - and all that good shit

I'm the original, Asiatic, acrobatic

There you have it, now get dramatic

Creatin drama when I'm on the scene

And I pack em in mean, like Bruce Springsteen

I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile

put on trial a rap pile to exile

Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just CRUMBLE

And I'm still calm and humble

You need another helpin hand to swing on

I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on

your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey

Starsky and Hutch, but they still can't face me

And if may make this one thing here clear

that's for you not to come near, PERIOD

So I ain't buggin or delirious

My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is

And I can slice and dice a Fisher Price MC

that thought he was nice into Minute Rice

Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff

Cause Cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff

And the mic I ravage, not like a savage

but in my own way of doin damage

As I design the genuine line

Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine?

Warm it up, Kane (16X)

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Take two other men with soul that you probably know

Deadly as Scarface, but bright as the Cosby show

Don't attack rappers, but make everyone hush

They step to me, but can't stop the bumrush

I make material, rich and imperial

The unique technique I speak is all original

You like to sag and drag and gag

Same old same old, but Poppa's Got a Brand New Bag

So put the mic down boy, you can't work it

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