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Slick Rick
All of you c*ck-pullers are frontin
Wave your arms around like your some octopus or somethin
To better ya
For any chick you want, I'm gettin her
Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera
Who the one to entertain and fume with?
Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with?
Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet
Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet
Evicted -- why you tryin to find s**t to lick with?
Even your kids tell you that you ain't s**t to Slick Rick
Though you pretend to be glory
I'm number one, that's the end of the story
The black Clark Gable leave you numb
Every single one, frontin on your label is a bum
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats
Chorus: repeat 2X
From New York to Cali none'll fk with
the awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk s**t?
Bing! This sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even I got de-ported, I Own America
Slick Rick
He's so crazy -- I smash rippin up the place
Give the mack a taste -- I wipe my as* with a rapper face
Cars come to a dead stop
Rain find ways not to drop on my headtop
Tyc00n rush at the richest
Even my complexion is a must-have to girls
Even without, car money to budget
I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects
Knahmean? girls are in awe * at the lingo * (pr*nounced OAR)
Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income
An old-timer, lock up all vagina fields
France nor Italy can fk with my designer skills
Saltin inferior, faultin to where we are
Tryin to find fault in superior
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats
Chorus
Slick Rick
You lack the taste hook I'm stickin em with
While degenrate like yourself make our race look ignorant (mm)
And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy
Bout in the groin gets none of this tenderloin
Feet planted on deep black firmament
Bow -- in the presence of who lead rap permanent
Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids
You stunk, cause mortals ain't s**t to conquer
Somebody said new pharoahes have appeared
How when everything I wore ten years ago you wear now?
I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid
Hung to it, you complete b*m to Rick
Source Awards, yeah Rick every seminar
Even make Sadaam Hussein tell me where the weapon are (mm-hmm)
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats
Chorus