Friday, August 7, 2009

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Get ready for a B(eat)-more beat-down
A trip to Kiddie City won't be able to turn your frown upside-down
Like the face of the carnival game clown
My water glock gonna drown your hopes with verbs and nouns

I'ma feel bad about it, tho--I hate to be a dream killa
But you gotta know when it come to rappin you as bland as that other Ice is vanilla
What? Icy Hot on the mic? I'm feeling drowsy, please, someone get me a pillow
Bad rappers sure do make for strange bedfellows...

Ain't bein mean, jus bein realistic, yo
I'm more likely to drop it low to the beats of that crazy mo-fo JuaqPho.
Some advice: turn your haters into motivators (you know, like I turn my pedals to keep my Bianchi from goin slow)
and maybe someday you'll be good enough to sweep the floors at the Apollo

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