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Straight Talk From NY

Yeah, from New York to Japan, my plan will slam

Holding my own up in this piece

DJ Premier and of course, DJ Honda

Jazzy Jay in the house, check it out

It's goin' on right here inter-nation type, vibe, check the moves kid

I came to get the doe, what you expected

I came to mack the hoes, what you expected

I came to strictly flow, what you expected

Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit

Next in command it's the five-foot-eight

And three-quarter, warrior

Take a stroll down my corridor

I can effortlessly instantly burn

MC's into effergy it's treachery

'Cause my skills have developed

I envelope situations that I'm facin'

Each lacin' and I'm chasin' those, the suppose

That their game wasn't so phat

Yeah, right, punk, you know that

Forget the media labels

'Cause most of the ducks are f**ked up and unstable

Scared of the black stuff but I like to act up

And get real ill 'cause I'm too hot to chill, stupid

Scratching, what you expected

P**sy, step back, fake Jake, I don't get down like that

I kick the facts, then I sit and I mack

With a sound like that you a one thousand, whack

Get a think link, try to hang

And bang, now your head swings

'Cause my intellect is universal

For me to do or die with no rehearsal

One verse will take you outta

The weak format and b**ch, MC's can take a powder

Still, you scower and skin your grill up

But you'll be a casualty that got filled up

With my ammo, 'cause I slam your a**

To the concrete, you got defeated punk

Scratching, what you expected

Came to collect my loot, what you expected

I like the girl that's cute, what you expected

Givin' MC's the boot, what you expected

I do my duty what you expected

Scratching, what you expected

Five albums, deep into this rap game

I slap lame 'cause straight is my aim

As I state my claim as the Bald Head Pimpsta

Here to administer, sinister attacks upon those who lack

The ability to finesse the beat vocal techniques

I slam like Dominique and you know

My rhymes are punishin' like torture to your structure

Brain cells rupture, what you expected

Scratching, what you expected

I came to get the doe, what you expected

I came to mack the hoes, what you expected

I came to strictly flow, what you expected

Look out, I'm about to blow, hit the exit