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Chuck D Autobiography Of Mistachuck

you hit the mirror black Turn you back on yourself I wouldn't trust some a y'all If you was my right hand, man I'd cut it off at the wrist Like you name

My crew ain't juicy, I am not cold chillin.' I'm a super villain. I'd even room with Dr. Doom And we'd be killin! I'd rip a bitch in London just for one

Yeah, reminiscent of another time And another state of mind [Verse 1:] I used to flow They used to call me a rhyme animal Some of them don't call me

(On my next show: Gay pet's) (Laziness is in the house Slob wit no job is in the house) [Verse 1: Chuck D] See my rhymes be hot like soul food spots

[Verse 1:] No buddah bliss She musta missed it Still bangin wit the anger Kissed a soul sanger Class of 78 sunset strip Cause I been outta high 20 years

Yeah some of y'all flip like wills never got What we gon do right here is go back Waaay back Back into rhyme We gonna do a song that you never heard