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    MANNNN...WHAAAATTTTT!!!!

    YO!!!! WHAT AM I DOIN!!! JUNE AMARU, TURN ME LOOSE! T-MOBILE, I THINK THEY FORGOT WHO I BE!! C-FREEZE, CAN I DO AS I PLEASE????

     

    What in the name of Malcolm X am I doin',

    screwin' around when I earned the right to be screwin',

    not physically, but metaphorically, I take dynamic dynatetics of asymmetrics

    and turn 'em into fierce frenentic linguistics,

    I don't have to speak check out the statistics,

    I break brick heads into 5ths, cut 'em with Bisquick,

    so they can cook quick, yeah best believe I'm that sick,

    the ladies call me Extenz-za,

    that ain't none of your bizness,

    just know when I'm on my game I'm sick like influenza,

    my proclaimation so powerful I ain't never been a contenda',

    went straight to the top, since then I've been a defenda

     

    I defend the right to showcase my melanin,

    yo Sister Melanie give me that baby oil so my black skin be glistenin',

    ain't no tricks up my sleeves, matter of fact let me git butt nekked,

    yeah I know, it's nice ain't it, b'cuz I  respect it,

     y'all know I've been wreckin' rooms since Ray-gun was president,

    I'm so prescient I set the precedent, yes I'm a Philly resident,

    but I emerged with the Word out of the Urban Sediment,

    I'm bodacious in the bodegas, notorious like Noriega,

    I take dopes and smoke 'em like they Garcia Vegas

     

    No grease brah, this joint is a straight New York Yankees' A-Rod,

    Is-slam so much Muslims call me Islam-a-bad

    I knock softballs, over the wall, see the crawl,

    on the bottom of this ream, I've been this mean

    since diamond in the back Caddy's had bug screens,

    make 'em shout WOW,

    when I throw off balanced rights and lefts like Manny Pack-E-yow

    NOW!!!

    is the time to sieze the moment, I'm an exponent,

    b'cuz I be exponentially, betta than the phony,

    so versatile I make ladies heads bop, to this fierce drop,

    while they moan-ney,

    in the middle,

    KNEE-GROW please I'm the Sphinx, you stink,

    that's why you can't solve my cypher riddle

     

    ALL HAIL THE RETURN, OF THE BROTHA THAT BURNS,

    I GIVE THE MIC STAND A PERM, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE

    NOW IT'S MY TURN TO BLAZE,

    POP YO HEAD LIKE CORN, CUZ YOU LOST IN MY RHYME MAIZE

     

    Yo, Q-U-I-S-E, I see you bro,

    take them rhyme hobos, and trick 'em out like ho's,

    while you drop hawk spyt on H.B.O.,

    June Amaru got flow, that make rhyme vets go WHOA,

    can't sleep on the ladies, you must be crazy,

    we got pure Ye-YO, Poco's, DWARE like No-Doz,

    Hot Baby's, Twosenuf for me and Planted Daisies,

    can't forget T-Mobile the Nobility,

    a brother straight from the Brook-lenz, N.Y.C., Tyrone Mobley,

    naw, T-Mobile, don't hold me,

    let these punk prima donnas take this butt kickin' personally

     

    KNEE-GROW, you just a fig, I'm Huey Newton,

    I've been showin' and proovin',

    since Heat was on the Waves and Groove Lines was groovin',

    if there ever be a Hall of Fame, in this Spoken Word game,

    I'm a shoe-in, b'cuz I take a bite outta rhyme like a rabid bruin,

    he's a baaaad mutha, SHUT YO' MOUTH,

    until you have enough clout,

    to know what you spyttin about,

    this ain't a competition, it's a rout,

    KNEE-GROW, I went back to black when you decided to go White-Out

     

    Yo, I be a Bajan-man, wit the Rasta-mon, plan,

    can't no Crazy Baldhead shake my belief in the I AM,

    my luggage is stamped

    with tickets from the depths of hell,

    so believe when I say, from today

    until the end of my time, brotha D'ee gonna rhyme in a God-spell,

    yeah, fo sho' I got high,

    listenin' to the accolades, I got played, b'cuz I played myself, why?

    It's simple, sorry B.I.G. I got high on my own supply,

    now I got God as my Co-Po, how high can I go,

    don't know, but watch me fly

     

    HOW CAN I GO OUT DAWG!!! LET ME FADE IT LIKE THISSSSSS!!!

    FROM MY MENTAL ERECTION,

    TO CONCEPTION,

    I GIVE PROTECTION,

    TO MY MENTAL SMITH-N-WESSON,

    BLASTIN' IN ALL DIRECTIONS,

    THE INENTIONS,

    OF MY INVENTIONS,

    MAKE THE CROWD PAY ATTENTION,

    WHEN THEY MERELY MENTION,

    BROTHA D'EE IS COMMANDING THE MIC,

    DON'T BELEIVE THE HYPE,

    I DON'T NEED FACES IN BOOKS, TWITTER, EWWW TUBE OR SCYPE,

    TO KNOW I'M BRINGIN' IT RIGHT,

    WITH A LEFT TO THE CLEFT,

     ON YO' CHIN,

    LET THE COUNT BEGIN,

    1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10,

    IT'S ALL OVA!!!

    MEDICS PICK 'EM UP,

    WHILE I GO PRAISE JAH-HOVA

    • 5 October 2011
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