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[Gift Of Gab:] Rappers step to me like I'm a doormat Check the format, I pour raps Not your average everyday hardcore act actin' I'm like a mac 10, a uzi and a AK-47 Rollin' with crazy kids like Bebe Mayday mayday, I used to listen to KDAY in my heydays I ride the bus with a dream of one day lampin' inside of a Mercedes Benz with sheepskin interior And two fifteens, and to rip means to get creamed I'm large as a hippopotamus, trip, I gotta dis Sip a bottomless cup of brew and I'm getting raw to this If a rapper tries to step, I rip and slaughter his ass Some shit, he oughta just swallow his pride and get to following this I'm marvelous like Marvin Haggler in his prime I carve kids like a dagger with my mind I start shit with rappers who can't rhyme I spark spliffs cuz I don't stagger when I'm high But when I'm drunk I do, punk I do not acknowledge wackness I gotcha grandma doin' backflips and tumbles I rumble through the jungle with Ollie and Frasier Call me the savior of hip hop I rip shop and get my proppers Come get with this ak, my style is akwards I never mock words, I talk towards the inner city youth Revealing it, the truth I'm feeling that the proof is in the pudding I put men that would end hip hop in my shop and I torture