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Diamond D
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Hey yo check this out, this
is the epilogue of the
LP
You know what I mean?
Word up, alright?
Round 2,
for you and your motherfuckin' crew
You know what time it is
Yeah
All you fake
MCs, you know the deal
I carved up your face and now
you look like seal, alright?
Now, it's like this, it's like that
On the track, it's the
Mack
Always dressed in black,
keep a strap on my back
In a nigga reacts like a child
and gets smacked
From the front to the back, like ping pong
You can't fuck with me son,
you're just a ding dong
Know what to do, you need a crew,
you better bring some
And everybody will laugh when
you fall on your black ass
Just like
King
Kong
Bust the flow over
Barra
Century, smack up an
A &R
If he fucks up,
my credential's on the production tip
So don't lose grip,
if your debts gets flipped
At the expense of a trip, fuck it,
I got a crew that's sneaky
30 motherfuckers deep drinkin' beer,
smokin' leaky leaky
We get freaky when
I'm sippin' the mo'
Throw the front on a stunt
like I'm pimpin' a ho
But it ain't so,
I just find the bitches that I paid right
I don't ask for much,
just some low -top suede
Nikes
And affection, in my direction,
over my erection, goes protection
Now, you know the flames,
son, it ain't no question
I spark up
L's and dim the lights in my sessions
You gotta see it, it's a fun thing
C'mon son,
I be havin' fuckin' orgies up in
Chungking
But it's one thing that I don't lack
If I pass you the
L, take two and pass it right back
Double
D, I ran a tab up in
Bennigan
Snuck out and bought some
boom from the
Dominicans
The skin, I'm in the color of cinnamon,
never in a pen
Representin' for my niggas and
the women in the ghetto
So grab your stiletto, give a shout out to
Mixed
Elements,
Lonnie,
Edo,
G -Show,
B -I -Z,
A -G,
Lawfinesse,
Buckwild, the whole
D -I -T -C
And we get the
B -C, like my ex
Flame
Reese, who got the yums out in
D .C.
A tough fella, whose career is stellar,
never yeller, kick dirt on your feet like
Lupinella
My shit is hella raw, I flip the metaphors,
I like watchin' reruns of
Aretta
Or, good times like she,
my style is unique I get a treat when I speak to my cousin
Anique
Up in
Connecticut,
peep the linguistical etiquette
Your headache is split, iffy flip,
so you best to get real
Cause I still shows with
standing ovations
Gotta say peace to the
Zulu
Nation
And bam bada for
Hip
Hop's creation
I took
Golden
Seal when I was on probation
Whether you're
Haitian,
Paraguay or
Jamaican
Ain't no mistaking
The shit that I be makin' has
awakened those who forsaken
Yeah, but I keep it real, in
Atlanta,
Macon,
Richmond,
Detroit
L .A.,
Chicago, known and said it,
and get credit wherever I go
I lollygag and take the drag of the indoor,
you know the flame
I blow the
L out the window, you can't front for the
D .I .A
M .O .N .D., come on, need I say?
Another motherfuckin' word,
sometimes it be that way
I got my niggas locked down like the
CIA
Hey, mira, vete, I'm hittin' like
Clemente
For days, I'm settin' my ways like
Kunta
Kente
But I ain't trapped,
the individual's trapped
Kick facts back -to -back
over original tracks
On every joint,
I prove a point to make my shit sound clear
In your ear,
you can hear the words that provoke fear
Two of fools whose skills are lacking,
so get backin'
I'm mackin' many asses,
I'm smackin' outside of clackers
Attacking foes in them loudmouth hoes
Who swung
F's and then stepped after my last show
My cash flow is thick,
it don't mean that I trick
On the next chick, I bust a nut, then I exit
Stage right, never suffer from stage fright
Girl, if your age is right,
maybe a page might bleed
To a sexual deed, but don't speed
Your lip might bleed if you
knock over my weed
So heed my warning,
a new day is dawning
Never forgot the poverty that I was born in
But I ain't mad, I just relax in my pad
And reminisce about the
F's that I had
Yeah, let it roll, my man
Mark
Lowe
Yeah, let it roll,
K -Turbo
Yeah, let it roll,
John
Doe
Uh -huh, like this for the 9750IL
Fuck around, get your eyes swelled
You

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