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    I'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial
    I'm better but some don't believe though
    But I'm a proven hot
    Y'all know the legendary Roots crew

    Here we go Ock, watch my material knock
    Y'all Tonka toys straight out the cereal box
    Down low covert ops feel or not
    Throw your mitts up we 'bout to thicken the plot
    My name is D-U-N-D-S-P, The Mic specialist
    Laid back how it come off it seems effortless
    I mac Nicholas, like a me St.
    Flow excellent, my movement the next testament
    Rhinoceros in the raps of far we
    Y'all weaklings get slapped at the party
    I'm the MC that MC's aspire to be
    Back to do it to death til ya tired of me
    Now who the number one best
    The never pop nuthin sound like the rest
    C'mon you know I am em
    Raw like dark denim, with a soft spot for smart women,
    green trees and white linen
    The black thought was a monster from the beginnin
    Wreak spit venom, raw core shit I pinnin
    It's my time and it's long overdo
    Now who's comin through y'all know who

    [Mix] x3
    Ya'All know the legendary roots crew

    Word up Black Th-idought, code name ??
    Fake MC's get stuck with pitchforks
    From rollerbladin' on thin ice like it's a rink
    Picklehead cats is join, they don't think
    Ya not sleepin that a long ass blink money
    Ya little chicken thick but her breath stink
    Nuthin y'all spittin is interesting
    Ya'all not Black Thought, nor the next best thing
    Plug bullshit start a kid thuggish
    Go ahead get ya thing off son, I just love it
    It manifests a style thou shall not covet
    And none of y'all rappers want no parts of it
    Who the steppin razor, like Peter Ti-dosh
    My nine speak soft my thoughts is Molotov
    You cut like that then fuck it we all can toss
    And who gonna shine when all y'all take a loss
    It's the boar, it's similar tan as Dice Raw
    Its big spawn kids cohap the quick draw
    We heavyweight blowin' 'em out the picture
    For real, For real
    Who comin' to get y'all


    Step into the spot the venue is empty
    5 minutes later the crowd is in a frenzy
    Packed up to the maximum occupancy
    Give me the mic I got a Jones like Quincy
    Break down the barriers don't try to fence me
    Let the ladies in the front get pressed against me
    Peepin, brothers on stage ten deep-an'
    24 out the 18 straight leapin
    Duck season, Thought bust the heat seakin
    Mission make y'all feel this and keep leakin
    Bang this in the hoods
    Like stolen goods, keep reachin
    New soundwave street sweepin
    I walk upon water like Run D 'em
    Cash Money maintainin' the cut
    It's our time and it's long overdue
    Who comin' through y'all know who

    Mix 'til fade

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