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Ayo it's open season, on all MCs
And I don't need a reason, for me to relieve them
From the doobies on the mic, the microphone is like
A job, you got to work it, and if it ain't worked right
You will be terminated, and I'm the terminator
The master orchestator of the smoke death taker
Prisoner so listeners could get the benefits
Of how I dissect from the first mic check
Kick flavor while I'm terminatin', doin' rappers lovely
If you like the terminator, you got to love me
'Cause I'll dismantle, break 'em down and handle
Any flow, stop the rock and leave 'em at a standstill
Freeze 'em like an Ice Cube, trap 'em in Ice-T
Refreeze 'em, and break 'em up like EPMD
Play with 'em like a Yo-Yo, warm 'em up like Kane
And leave the brother sittin' in a House of Pain
Cut 'em like Flash and watch 'em go for his
Bring on the Salt-N-Pepa, I'm a eat ya, kid
Play ya like a game of Mic Checkas, watch ya fall like Dominoes
And with the Getto Jam slams I'm a go
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Microphone check, mic check, check, one two
You wreck one mic, and I'll wreck one, too
You better go first, you better rehearse, and get a good run through
'Cause if I go first, I'm droppin' a verse, so by time you come to
You won't know what hit ya, I kicked ya like kung-fu
If that didn't get ya, yo I got a gun, too
But I shoot gift with mine, loaded it with the rhymes
So highly explosive, I flow with a vest so I'm
Well protected 'cause my rhymes blow up
But sometimes, a bulletproof vest ain't enough
The rhymes combust, sometimes adjust
Rips it, wrecks it, and burns it up
I'm blowin' like a Timebomb in Public, my Enemies
Get welcomed to the Terrordome, the head's flown and then we see
Like Onyx, I slam, like Teddy, I jam
Like Wu-Tang, I do things, in true gangs a clan
Like Wreckx I'm in effect, like De La and his Soul
The Leader of the New School, master of the old
Like Black Sheep, "You could get with this, or that"
'Cause either way, I'm Digable, I'm cool like that
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I'm doin' brothers on the regular, instead of the predator
Pray I don't prey on the predators, I'm never the regular
Stay on top of my game, on top of the name
A slap from the reign of the insane, watch how I inflame
Ignite, incite, incite, and excite
Blow up this site, then off of the next site
Back flips, side kick, like a kung-fu flick
The ref so fat, I'll have 'em lookin' like toothpicks
Who kicks, who hits, harder than Kool hits?
New kids, truth kids, ain't nobody who could
Flip 'em and hit 'em and jump on the rhythm
And smack 'em and jack 'em and then I deal with 'em
I made kids flow sound like some slow down
Das without EFX, or like the Tribe without the Quest
I have you like Biz, you're Mark, like Chubbs, you're Rock
Like B.B.D., smack, flipped, and dropped
Like Naughty, I'm Nature, my Brand is Nubian
MCs take it light, 'cause yo, you couldn't do me in
A battle like D, I'm Nice, like Just
I mice like Snoop, I'm Doggin' in what sounds like...
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