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Ayo, put one up for the Phifer, long time no hear from

Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some

But that vibe is non cypher, no can do

And if you take I for joke, then ask the other two

And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow

I'm not a Lawn Doctor so just settle with the ho

Oops, my mistake, I didn't know you went with her

Should I run down the line of all the kids that done hit her?

Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter

Heard she likes the two-on-one like my man John Ritter

But back to the subject, you can't catch Wreck

You must get respect, to earn respect

Suckers think they could hurt me, 'cause now I wear specs

You're full of jokes, but yo, your name ain't Flex

I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable

You think you're all that, but your girl's quite doable!

Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me

I'm not a man called Hawk, but I ain't Mr. Softee

Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart

So forget the chart because the action can START

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Ha, where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk

I'm the undercover brother, dump your ho in the trunk

Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers

**** step back, it's the lyrical worker

The poems that I create ain't in paperback books

The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks

My mental is excelling 'cause I dabble in the books

I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops

Yo, I gets the pickin's, I'm such a damn Dickens

If you step to this then the plot just thickens

I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog

To me, your just another MC on the log

A link in the chain, fluid on the brain

I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mundane

See, I can't maintain, especially if you come back

I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah, I could do that

I could also do your girl, so leave the ho at home

'Cause when I get done, I'll have her strung on bones

It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind

Make me pick up and go when it's time to drop my rhymes

My title is rock, the Abstract Poetic

I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic

So smooth and debonair, special for the ear

Gotta keep my thing in gear

'Cause it's evident and clear that I will rock, rock, rock

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