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Don't put it against me Rapping is my wrakness I'm sorry, my pardon I didn't know you were put after it Now I'm hear crying My heart's yearning Everybody watching Pacing, feet stomping Flight the crew What it do flight crew My black man from the other side He breaks all the stereotypes He don't know how to ball No rapping style at all He wild and crazy He freakin' amazin' He got a lot of stlye He know his reactions He speak his mind He's always on his grind I'm not a rapper But I got a little rhyme I have a candy wrapper And ain't got a lot of time