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I got it started to my
I got it to my face, right?
you thought
There gonna be no retaliation?

Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be
You my name four times on a record?
Hey, hey

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Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga
push you further back than your hairline recedes
New City, don't get it confused
Your will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"

Body moves, the battles, bullets, the
You about being a veteran but not a legend
from the war with thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' but never been to Bobbito the Barber

Gimme medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is reach ya
A new episode where the kills the teacher

Any last words before I send you to dream?
my hands and pray

You don't got knowledge
So you don't know what mean, aight?
Who you up to do the record
In the place?

It taste, you get "The Gas Face"
Like 3rd
L.L. for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls

Under the conference table
When you hear this record, you to go AWOL
I worked too for this life is serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target

So Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from where your record got no heat
That's why your Def Jam interns it, "Battle of the Beats"
You're weak

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Yo, my question
your question?

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
What's
I'm not a Bob impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
Tell your writers, "Go write something better"

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who? Uh, oh, uh, oh
we go, oh, uh, oh
Every two records you do
You get the best MCs, how? To first

Of course you rap last, so you can off your skirt
I guess, it work on, "4, 3, 2, 1"
You got out done by the young gun
Your last weapon is to call out Jean

Not knowing you callin' fire for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' you

say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the
Let ring like Sunday school
L.L. J is hard as hell?

So hard at he's Jezebel
I heard the teller,
How you think he the song?
Rock the

Yo,
I you got styles but get back to the issue kid
This is

Yo, don't get me angry, the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage is a cover up you use Vaseline
Fun of hip-hop, these lyrics got you steamed
Knowing damn that bad men don't wear G-strings

Another side of Clef, the face you seein' oppressed
I even got the worshipers sayin', "God bless"
You star struck and I'ma you like Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Blanco

Wyclef, son, check the revelation
buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for billion
I come to Sony and get by the Haitian-Sicilians

And even, get you an ad in, "The Source"
be the first rapper selling products for hair loss
The W Y C L E F,
The of 'Jack the Ripper' was only to meet his death

The next time, you wanna dis me for
Get off my dick, go somewhere and lick lips, bitch
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in peace

What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with
What's
I'm not a man impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with

Watch what you ask for 'cause you just get it
Yo, is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef
I wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why you just give up?

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