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Hey you it's the Nottingham bro'I'm comin' at ya fast not comin' slowwith the style thats mad so come follow
I'm no begginer I guest you could say pro'I'm not jokin' or no crack smokin'livin' large an other suckers be chokin'give me a beat I turn on the heat you move ya feetan then ya ready for me baby
Fat like Luciano Pavarottisounds more funky than the lyrical shit he kickthis is a hit no it can't be a miss
I'm not hearin' it if suckers be trying to disthis is a freestyle style that's free yousee free because I don't pay no moneythis is flavor time the britadecable stuffof this shit you just can't get enough
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Bruce Lee couldn't kick this kinda stylewick wicked 'cause this brother is versitiledread locks on my head like a palm treegive me the big fist when you see meone two three o'clock four o'clock rockround the clock 'till the partys donejust follow me don't follow the flock'cause I'm takin' you high and I'm the oneboom bang boom boom boom the banglet me do my thing
I get crazy high 'cause I'm crazy fly
I got crazy skills I'm that g.u.y.I'm not acting tough yo I never bluff
I just get the job done with the funky stuffd.e.v.a.s.t.a.t.i.n.g. yo thats me thed
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