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Yo every time I rhyme yo the people say what,
Yo every beat I make yo i give what i got,
Yo every time I do a show they say you the man,
From London down to Paris yo and even Japan, DJ!

VERSE 1
(I’d like to show you what happens when)
The beat hits me I rock a rhyme real quickly,
Strategically it seems shifty,
The volumes plus fifty whilst the snare drum lifts me,
To simply tempt me to drain the tank down to empty,
You can’t touch me let alone try and HIT ME,
Get me a new mic yo,
Because every time I’m picking one up another crowd gets hyped,
Sucker MC's get wiped, I isn’t the type to get,
Striped on an inland flight so take a hike,
I do what I must and say what I like,
I’m taking the light into the night and I’m making it right,
Creating space like a megabyte so come and get me,
Even if I was a snare drum you couldn’t HIT ME,
DL the def lyricist beat terrorist,
Like your arch nemesis tearing it up ever since,
I dropped that Classic was the day album,
That caused problems and left your whole crew to ransom,
Like Mel Gibson you’re fronting like you’re filled with wisdom,
So pick that microphone up and come get some,
And take those rhymes back to your girl Britney,
And ask her baby one more time can you HIT ME.

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SCRATCHING
Ladies and Gentlemen Underground will live forever baby,
Yeah we represent,
And one other thing,
Yo my status is the baddest on the mic,
You know what the facts is. (HIT ME)


VERSE 2
It’s that bad boy lyricist DL rocking the floor,
Like the best show I ever saw back in 94,
A Tribe Called Quest now I’m on award tour,
With a rhyme that is rugged and a beat that is raw yo,
The veteran who makes you say he’s fantastic,
And on plastic I guess I am enthusiastic,
To drop tactics and flip it like a gymnastic,
Slow or quickly you still couldn’t HIT ME
Sometimes I keep it on the humble like a beggar,
The arm legger, legger end of days like (Arnold) Schwarzenegger,
Check my rhyme pattern its hectic,
Like a car chase from Manhattan to the island of Staten,
Pass the baton, you’re crazy kid this ain’t no relay,
All I need is a decent mic a tight DJ,
Some cool clothes and some shoes that’ll fit me,
I’m rude like your little brother but you can’t HIT ME,
I send this out to the labels over here,
How many hip-hop acts get signed and last a year?
How many go gold? How many go platinum?
How many are still looking for deals? How many of them are still rapping?
Yo this is how I came to change this, I’ll never be nameless,
So what if I never get famous,
I could give this up but it wouldn’t quit me,
Every single time I hear a fat beat HIT ME


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