Dodger - Show And Prove Part 2
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[Flawless] Primo Shit! Tony Touch. We got the livest lyricist in NYC, The Hottest Producer in NYC, and the Hottest DJ in NYC! Bout to get real ugly up in here. [Touch Scratches various Live Wun Tracks] [Scratches Continue throughout the entire track] I come strapped for combat, Wit a craftsmen axe I commit fraud on tax, Skillfully cover my tracks Me and my doggz come hard, Rough wolf packs Credit maxed, Ya'll chumps be like DON'T DO THAT But when I spat on your track, You sold out when you hit racks The album was wack, At 125 you proved that But since I was on that, Mad headz done bought that The track was like a bad battle, You tried but you ain't fought back My verse was played on the mixed-tapes, They ain't put you on, You was a waste of space I see how you eatin' off that single hit It was your LP, But you ain't wrote the shit Shoulda called that track changed up, Cuz when I finished up You stepped up and layed nut I've had rhymes on the brain since the sixth grade While ya'lll was bringin' the pain, I was getting' paid Makin' mixed-tapes to promote my name Writin' in rhyme books to elevate my game Kept my head in books increasin' vocabulary And the first shit I laid down left 'em jus a lil' bit worried Since then, A rush to help the game evolve I mastered all the problems ya'll still tryna solve On the 1 and 2's, My skills ain't quite like GQ But I guarantee I'ma chirp a 12 better than you You still think sharp sounds come from fast scratches My Game I reworked like Dialated, And sewed up all the patches I was the first one to rap about gasoline and matches Always had thick game, I mean I kept game thick Ya'll party on weekends while I work on my mix The thought of college scares me, I can't take shit with me Wit out practice it's guaranteed a strong game will turn flimsy Plus tables get dusty, And fingaz get rusty And without rap - Piss me off, I get a lil' bit touchy Rap and mathematics what I enjoy the most I likes east and west coast, Division and exponents I eat burgers and rib roast, Fried Eggs and Rye Toast Too proud to beg like TLC, But I sure as hell Boast Every creation I concoct, Is repeatably knocked Everyone always got ideas, For sale in tiendas and shops Some say I should stop, Some want me to still drop Regardless of public opinion, I'm stayin' on top If you wanna sample, Go buy a tape Ain't getting' shit free from me, I'm bout to win the whole race [Flawless] Thas that true hip hop! Jus straight rap! No hook. We ain't even gotta curse. We jus speak the real, the truth! Dodger did it again New York...[Echoes and Fades]
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