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[Hook] Rapman, protecting all the Land from New York to Japan Hes the one no villain can escape Superhero with a cape and a mixtape (what's his name?) Rapman, tinted Cartiers with a studio tan Work ethic of a Mexican And the Rap-mobile's an electric van Yo check it [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Storming through like a panther with a black fist Scatting, combatting all the whackness These dudes ain't MCs, they're good actors Who too quick to succeed, need practice Lock them in a room with The Cactus Album and some Follow the Leader, Rakim You know I be out late fighting the crime of rappers not writing their rhymes Teaching them how to be a better beat picker Get albums done and come out with heat quicker Yo I'm sick of these sychophants that want make their idols proud I want my hero to hear me and shit his pants Rewind what I said Writing in my durag that keep lines in my head Prevents me from penning hot trash and Keeps the focus on the music, not fashion Grab the microphone and voice issues Lot of brothers tunes sounding like moist tissues Laugh at where the cats are taking the sounds Every bar tender - that's why they making the rounds (listen) They a joke do track I'm hunting down every cat spewing that coke rap With that fake-ass drug dealer image they try and portray Even John'll tell you that ain't your forte Not letting it fly Plus you got chumps talking that third eye crap and getting high Punks, making themselves hot Burning in public like Vietnamese monks Peddling junk I invade the tour bus, snatch them out of they bunks Hang up the dunks Every single rapper spitting that forthright Turn off their mics, they need to be more like... [Hook] [Verse 2: Your Old Droog] The JO is really heavy man So I lay low, play the every man, stay to myself 'Cause people too nosy But still nobody knows what I do like Jarobi My work pissing off the po-po But its dope though Manage to keep a low pro Say goodnight to my white neighbors They go inside and rhyme fight with light sabers Break them down to the molecules Show what they all about cheddar chunks and [?] jewels Preaching the gospel To think that I used to twist spliffs Causing mischief in high school Gangs was my kryptonite Like son, how you a Blood this morning and turn crip tonight? Flipping white, hash, pills, and chronic Would go to DC but not for comics Prior to getting clean I was an addict: a fiend Now I'm healthy and the diet is mad strict Making green drinks, eating a tangerine Trying to wean zombies off xans and lean Forced to deal with all this anguish Dudes mumbling - sound like they rapping in a different language I have them enunciate every vowel and Make the old washed up rappers throw the towel in And those doing weaker versions of what's already been done before Fill they backpacks with C4 Your beef is yours I'm over here fighting a bigger war against Lex Leor Hop in a ride quick with my Sidekick Breezing by, blasting Aquemini I been the guy You already know when you see that microphone signal in the sky [Hook]
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