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Ten Tough Guys

作词:Chris Portugal, Mike Turner

Come on folks, move it!
Get in one line here!

I got ten MC's held up in a line
'Cause all these dudes told me that they knew how to rhyme
So which one will it be that I choose to test first
The way he grabbed the mic
Showed signs of a pussy and even worse
He was talkin' 'bout a gat that wasn't tucked in his waist
So I [Incomprehensible]into the next sucka face
This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work
Gave him a pound and a pin, moved on to this next jerk
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Hey yo, dude looked like Usher with his chest all exposed
Bustin' 'bout bitches he be hittin' and his stupid ass clothes
Bitch smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin'
But I was anticipatin' with Satan to see him bakin'
Under the authority of somebody lower than me
Started gettin' tired, skipped three, now here's the seventh MC
Looked like a pretty cool guy, but sounded like Treach
Moved around all fast screamin with weapons around his neck
It was like a fuckin' joke, me and the gang got a good laugh
He got all hot, tried to dulo, we beat his fuckin' ass like
Look at you now
[Incomprehensible]

Number eight was a female, at least that's how I figured
Until it started rappin', sounded like one of my niggas
Goddamn, this, that, and all the guns in the world
Harder than most niggas on the mic, even had a Jheri Curl
Sent her to Jenny Jones for the little makeover
Told her, 'Be back in two weeks!'
You see all I wanted to do was bone her
Word, she's out like yesterday's six pack
So let's get back to the last two, yo, they from the same crew
What should we do? They said he knew them niggas
From some open mic spot
They tried to gun up, got cut up, so here's round 2

Yea, you money, I'm talkin'
You're talkin' to me
You got a battle rap, Nigga?
Battle me
Wassup?
Battle me
Wassup?

Yo, what would you do if I could prove you didn't exist
And it was true like [Incomprehensible]
Solidified proof of your essence of you in the spoof of your birth
Now I guess that would lesson your worth to the dirt and the earth
And the leaf, now I leave you alone without belief that
You're really here and assist you beneath your fear
An endearing tear would fall if all that I said was true
Am I right [Incomprehensible], too complex for quote
I'll have the final say like the rope to the boat to the dock
You're not free yet, man

You're sick, stuck, caught, sick in the head
Stuck to the bed, you're dumbfed
Diseased with that mononuclear, what I look like money?
That Latin listening to Coolio? So I ask
'What was your mom's task when she had you?'
If fully she knew that through all of her pain
Her baby was born without brain and insane
And just plain with no style
No smile, your memories are worth a shitpile to me
You believe that you're free? Man, free from your mom
Free from the man and most of all free from me but you see

I've caught you! My bad you don't really exist
So I got to, explain this so when I tell you how not to
You won't do it
I'm screwin' your thinkin', I know I exist
And I prove it 'cause I'm listening to you
But I ask, 'What if God was an evil genius
Who only made you believe you were true?
And your life was nothing man! Just a really long dream
And when you die you'll start a whole new life, a whole new dream

But that was just a dream, and it seems, man
You can't break out the cycle
Am I crazy? Go to your church and ask your white God
If I'm right though
Whatever he replies will be lies, we've already established this evil
When I'm lying, you don't exist but merely as emotion and perceival
Believe you'll be 'round tomorrow kid, yo
You've borrowed time with no entrance
And since you're a dream I can mentally put on the pinch
And you disappear in an instant

Fool what? What?
Nigga fuck you
You can't rap anyway
Yeah, we up out of here
Suckas
Sucka ass niggas
Eat a dick
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