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    "Now what you hear is not a test" --> Sugarhill Gang
    (cut up 4X by DJ Premier)

    Well goodness gracious, let me just take this
    time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this
    For you and yours, simply because
    Some MC's have luck but suck
    So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken
    Cause I'm mad like a pit when my man says, "sick 'em"
    Positive is the mindstate, but it could still mean that
    I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
    Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and
    They think they know things, like what I'm about and
    They try to analyze criticize scandalize
    The outcome is death, don't ask me to sympathize
    Realize, that I'm not to be played with
    I'll flip so fast, you won't know I'm the same kid
    I'm tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said
    All the phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds
    You've got no leads, so you shoot blanks
    It's me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks
    Bankin my money, and investin it wisely
    Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me
    I'm the dominant one, call me the prominant one
    And as I'm speakin I'll be bombin the dumb
    deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind
    Eatin MC's with ease like it's lunchtime
    or crunchtime, when they get done without warning
    I'll bust that butt from nighttime til morning
    Your song's boring, and so I'm scoring
    much points cause when it's time to throw joints
    I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage
    I invade the stage, and make you get off
    The force is like a three-eight, blowin your head off
    And that's just in case you might be wearin a vest
    Cause you're simply a pest in this mess I suggest you
    "Take a rest"

    "If this meaning doesn't manifest, put it to rest" --> KRS-One
    (DJ Premier cuts 2X)

    Don't ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here
    Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear
    and concise with a nice dope voice and
    killin the fakes like a taste of some poison
    Punks are thinkin they're alla that, their voices are all flat
    They're findin their names, in a Wack Rapper's Almanac
    Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
    I'll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays
    Days will go by, and soon you'll know why
    MC's like me will rise like the Enterprise
    Starship, headin straight for the target
    Destination, a place where no perpetration
    is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain
    How some MC's are scared to ride on a Four train
    Or any other train in the city, for that matter
    Playin a role that they stole like a batter
    But I know they ain't so I'll paint the real picture
    My vocals go solo and like a bolo I'll hitcha
    square in your face I'll crack your ribs and your chest
    Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best
    You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed
    I'm gonna bust that bubble on the double "take a rest"

    (DJ Premier cuts "take a rest" for the chorus)

    Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out
    Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out
    But you can't blame me, for bringin disaster
    With all these ducks, claimin that they're the masters
    Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker
    As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster
    Now they're wondering how they lost their touch
    Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much
    I'm the innovative one, call me the creative one
    and I won't stop til the job is done
    All the slobs just run when I come to get some
    Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter
    They get bust you can trust cause I won't let a
    booty-ass rapper get wins against me?
    I guarantee that I won't act friendly
    Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on
    Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on
    I slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick
    Cause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sick
    No substance, no value, but nevertheless
    They're gettin daytime play but I still say they should "take a rest"

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