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    Uh uh, ah uh
    Yo Jeffrey Buss it
    What are ya doin in there?
    Word em up word em up word em up
    In the place at about this time
    DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince just bu bu buggin out
    Losing it all no sense
    Ay Jeff scratch it scratch it man, scratch it
    Uh aw that was decent
    Now scratch it a quick joint, a quick one Jeff
    Oh yeah yeah
    We just bugging we just having some fun
    Me and Jeffrey
    He's the DJ, I'm the Rapper
    Hello can anybody hear me
    You can aight that's good you can hear me
    Okay it's clear it's good okay everybody's got it
    One two
    One two and

    My rhymes have been written not to be bitten
    But as it seems, some suckers keep forgetting the rules about rappin, but that's alright
    Cause in the next five minutes I'm a have them all uptight
    Stronger than a dinosaur, better known than Santa
    Man the battles I battle, I usually win em
    In less than a minute, but it all depends
    On how long it takes you rappers to realise
    That trying to defend yourself is ridiculous
    Didn't you get my message its out of the question
    Cause you're toys boys, I'm the Real McCoy
    I'm really gonna enjoy seeing you destroyed
    If I was Fred Flintstone I'd probably own all of Bedrock
    If I was a criminal I'd probably own a cellblock
    If I was in the Navy I would own the sea
    But I'm a poet so I own the whole rap industry
    I'm like a lion my man, and the streets are my den
    It's either kill or be killed, so I kill
    I kill again and again and again
    Surmount the times, rappers I'll slaughter them
    I tie em up and throw them in the water
    Then I'll just walk away like nothing ever happened until somebody else starts rappin
    That's when I snap and I'll attack and go mad like Rambo or maybe like Commando, or like Lando
    Calrissian, cause you know he was down with the Force
    Fresh Prince is the source I feel no pain or remorse
    Think that you can beat me rappin man you must be silly
    Man I really really really really really really
    Hate when people, doubt my ability
    And I have to prove superiority
    If rap was basketball, I would be in luck
    Cause every time I freestyle it would be a slam dunk
    Man I'm the engineer, and you're the passengers
    Taking on a voyage, a hip-hop massacre
    The Jason of rap, Freddy Kruger of rhymin
    And I'm sure that you'll see in due time man
    People will run, to Philadelphia Pennsylvania to all join in, to this Fresh Prince mania
    My face in magazines, on your radio or stereo
    Everywhere you go, audio and video
    A hip-hop terrorist, war like vocalist
    Other rappers say, yo Prince why don't you show me this
    Style now you must be trippin it ain't no way in hell I'ma let you put your lip in
    My rhyme cause it's a timebomb, I'm not kiddin
    My rhyme explodes the second it gets bitten
    I'm quick and nimble, a status symbol
    I shop at Macy's now but I used to shop at Gimble's
    I'll, drop kick a hurricane, bodyslam a tidal wave
    Walk through a tornado, or a volcano
    But I'll be okay though
    And here's some more info that you rappers should know
    You are the bombs and I will defuse you
    I am the lawyer and I'm going to accuse you of the ultimate rhyme crime and you will be guilty
    There's no way that you'll ever ever defeat beat me rappin any time or day
    Pop so much trash, man I can't wait to be face to face, and hear Jeff say sick em
    Man you're gonna be my victim
    You better duck, and pray for good luck Chuck, cause you're stuck
    You're like a Thanksgiving turkey and it's time to be plucked
    I see you're nervous purpose that's how I now you're soft
    You're runnin round like a chicken with your head cut off
    But just relax my power to the max
    And I'm cuttin no slack on this rap track, Jack
    So back up, as if you got good sense
    Or feel the fury of the Prince
    And ya don't stop
    Yo Jazzy why don't you rock up the spots
    Yo Jazzy hey Jeff I'm psyched I'm psyched
    Give em a cut Jeff
    Ooh-wee check out my dish-jockey!
    Ay Jeffrey Jeffrey Jeffrey, a fast one

    Uh ha yeah

    Wow, ay Jeff Jeff, give em one of them fresh ones
    A fresh one Jeffrey
    No music, no music
    Woo, that was decent, that was decent
    That's my DJ, that's my DJ
    Jazzy Jeff, I'm the Fresh Prince
    Hi how ya doin?
    How's everyone doin out there?
    I'm just here to talk about my DJ
    I was just I was just standin in here, really
    Really? Aight, okay, um
    On behalf of DJ Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince ..
    (Don't touch that dial)
    Thank you, and good night

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