intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double- O to the,
T- S and I stretch limit to this profession
My voice physically fit, tracks
The mic chord is an extension
My mind state is that of the S- P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South
Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker
Hip- hop yo that's my hustle
That Fall Apart to drastic propor- tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand clear
Cuttin' through like attorneys
at law that's car chasin'
the force y'all facin' is the
R- to the, double- O to the, T- S an'
The world traveler in the flesh
Last seven years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should
Supreme simply, o- fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move
Throw your hands up if y'all want
The title that I'm watchin,
My Dundee atire for MC hunting
Y'all niggaz on some other,
You need to be more aware
Reality at times is astounding enough
to get your heart pounding
That I'm one of the illest in the
thanks for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table
of Contents (begins fading)
The fuckin past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your wing way

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Get nowdouble- O to the, T- S an'
Yo yo, it's the R to the,
double- O to the, T- S an' yo
When I strike to ex cite,
Embrace you wit a hug of death,
give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages,
Impacts like M- 16's to twelve
The rage is still in me, never
Scully down creepin' while
Many man be gin pure but in
Holdin' tight my mor- al by
We scramble, because this game life
Invade your brain wit the collision
leavin' you niggaz for stool- pi geons
leavin' you niggaz for stool- pigeons
leavin' you niggaz for stool- pigeons
My religion is a way of life,
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these days
usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth,
takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still
Niggaz bound to clap shots
Wit a sour- ass taste smilin'
never leavin' no trial or no trace
Twenty- five years of my life
when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire