TAKE 10
I stay fresh and underrated. unfaded. It's no wonder why these haters make you famous. there's no other MC that's more dangerous. Underground made us. Hear the tone of my cadence. Your flows... they lame Your shows... no 1 came ya clone... sounds the same. I suppose they caught ya name. I don't know- but the question remains If hip hops runs in ya veins. [chorus]2x --Take10 (& chill 2 this)-- I might tie like knots but you leave frayed ends. I talk what I walk and what you say depends on the weather and which way the wind blows in. I spit game intuitive. & flex on Xmen. Lyrics and music impress'n on men. No adherence to Keep cool or cause confusion. My words are tools that build constitutions. You spit words of ill will your flows are stagnant I stay on and keep it moving so savage. you don't belong... like graffiti on canvas. My mind$ eye- you can't handle it. ... I came fresh- what your breath spits is rancid. more mixed than 12 inch wax on black plastic. My centers Beastie, & intergalactic. & ya Styles are more worse than ten bad habits. My rhymes rapmatics emphatic. I spark like static & my semantics fantastic. Ya went down so tragic. It's sad kid. Take 10
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I stay fresh and underrated. unfaded. It's no wonder why these haters make you famous. there's no other MC that's more dangerous. Underground made us. Hear the tone of my cadence. Your flows... they lame Your shows... no 1 came ya clone... sounds the same. I suppose they caught ya name. I don't know- but the question remains If hip hops runs in ya veins. [chorus]2x --Take10 (& chill 2 this)-- I might tie like knots but you leave frayed ends. I talk what I walk and what you say depends on the weather and which way the wind blows in. I spit game intuitive. & flex on Xmen. Lyrics and music impress'n on men. No adherence to Keep cool or cause confusion. My words are tools that build constitutions. You spit words of ill will your flows are stagnant I stay on and keep it moving so savage. you don't belong... like graffiti on canvas. My mind$ eye- you can't handle it. ... I came fresh- what your breath spits is rancid. more mixed than 12 inch wax on black plastic. My centers Beastie, & intergalactic. & ya Styles are more worse than ten bad habits. My rhymes rapmatics emphatic. I spark like static & my semantics fantastic. Ya went down so tragic. It's sad kid. Take 10
damn you smashing on em
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