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* send corrections to the typist[CHORUS]My rhymes still be illYou don`t really want itI suggest you chillYou don`t really want it#1 I`m stillYou don`t really want itThe prophecy is fulfilledYou don`t really want itKRS in the streetsYou don`t really want itI drop the rawest beatsYou don`t really want itNo ice just heatYou don`t really want itPlaya face defeatThat was a nice try NellyI don`t mean to be bold, but put that "Hot in herre" bullshit on holdAnd let`s get down to the facts of the matterIn the dictionary under wack rap, you the rapperIt`s simply cuz you`re lacking the spectacular vernacularAnd hip hop`s character seems to be in back of yaEither that or you`re truly amateurI`m askin ya, how does it feel to have the whole world laughin at ya?You just too stupid to seeI was made on the streets, you was made on MTVHow you gonna talk about my nose to attack me?When you steady guzzlin them pills for your acne?My nose comes from a line of kingsYour acne comes from you eatin the wrong thingsYour words don`t make me hurt, they make you workYou`ll hurt when you find it`s you gettin jerkedI tell ya, it don`t take me to sayDon`t buy your album, street cats ain`t buyin it anywayYou tellin me make up my mindYet on your album, you don`t know if you wanna sing, or rhyme[CHORUS]You tryin to diss me? How?If it wasn`t for the true-school your bitch-ass wouldn`t be here nowBlau blau, show me respect from the gateOr I`ma have to drown you kids like Andrea YatesYou can`t handle the break, I`m a flamethrowa, you a bic lightaYou think I`m cocky cuz you a dickridaI spit tighterI`m not like all the rest I`m not a playa but I did stay at a Holiday Inn ExpressSo nevertheless I`ma teach ya, teach yaBut when them slugs hit you, you`ll be screamin, "Momma, EI! EI!"You never seen me sing? You don`t know what I bring?You`ll be singing the blues like BB KingI`m all about the unity of Miss and MistasYou all about grabbin money and dissin our sistasTake your ass back to TV landAnd let this be a lesson, you can`t see me man![CHORUS]Just when I thought I could do my gospelAnd become an apostle I got a whole to get hostileI don`t mean to knock ya NellyBut ain`t you that MTV house nigga with a spine like jelly?I`ma do this by the book, for the artI heard what you said on BET`s 106 and ParkBut what you don`t know, is right around the corner on 3rdI hold a Desert Eagle, and no, it`s not a birdYou sound absurd, you`re gonna bring ME back?I taught all year round the spot ??? hadCopycat, with sloppy raps, you chill with N`Sync, I chill where hip hop be at[CHORUS]

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Prophets vs. Profits (Compilation)

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