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a follower\n  Your goal hollow and your ho was a swallower\n  She put it down like a report\n  But her box smell like South Street Seaport\n  What a odor black, fact\n  When I got her in the sack jack boy I couldn't hold her back\n  Cause her bottom is thick like a hippopotamus\n  Tramp stamp on her lower back\n  See I know the facts, the hole filled me in\n  Her best friend is a twin named Lillian\n  I'm going really in, I'm really going in\n  Foul, I bust on that towel that you throwing in\n\n  Who you think I am?\n  Big Daddy Kane]\n  I tried to holler outside when she was getting out of vibe\n  Guess she must got that parking lot Alzheimer's\n  Cause now I found her, cozy at the bar\n  Guess at that point she ain't know she had a star\n  I can't explain what might've gotten into her\n  Cause now your conversation got friendlier\n  Seen me and ran with your devious plan\n  And thinking you're gonna drink all those premium brands\n  It's different when you ain't got to hear no price\n  Cause she was just nurse Jackie with that Smirnoff Ice\n  Yeah I caught that, you and that short cat\n  Even sold the brush off after he bought that\n  What the fuck, he ain't make you drink quota\n  And as for tricking, them days been over\n  Jedi mind tricks won't work if your brain Yoda\n  And vision of champagne was shipped, think soda\n\n  MF Doom]\n  Big up Ace, had a chance to flow with him\n  Just last summer me and my man did a show with him\n  In Montreux, hit the stage, I'm like go get 'em\n  He even had the soulless folks rocking with no rhythm\n  Marco Polo was on was on the wheels and on point\n  They did Jeep Ass Niguh, I'm like that's the joint\n  Some old school heads remember who was who\n  Brooklyn was in the house, even the newbies knew\n  Before the Masta left the stage, he doing the do\n  Blew off the roof with a tribute to Guru\n  First time I met the brother, felt like I knew him forever\n  Too clever, album's dedicated to his mother\n  I thought of mine, at the same time, growing up\n  I know they proud of they baby boys who blowing up\n  Only got one, won't ever forget her\n  Make sure you let her know you love her when you with her, kiss her\n"}]