mc shan is what i m called i stand tall and brave and me and marley marl we s as close as a shave my rhymes lock jaw like a pit bull bite suckers always try to sleep on me cause i look light see a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains to steal a style of mc come on break these chains speak now or hold your peace when i decide to pass this but every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this if rhymes were food a main source for livin you would swear that every line of my rhyme was thanksgiving i don t bite styles weak rhymes i don t need em stop jockin me boy give me my freedom i wanna break away clean i mean virtually spotless and all year long i been schemin and plottin this if beats were cakes then my rhymes d get frosted this is 88 and i still ain t lost it for all of those who still got a doubt in their mind there ain t a rapper livin bad enough to take mine there ain t no studio illusion and no scratch syncin stop if that s what you re thinkin write rhymes simultaneous and say em in pairs and i would hate to have a rapper proclaim it theirs instead in comin in a limo bring a casket and hearse before we speak we ll hear the preacher from the deacon first we won t be gathered that day to unite no couple up marley are we gettin this on tape all you dirty low down better slow down faster your technique isn t good enough to hang with the master i don t bite styles weak rhymes i dont need em stop jockin me boy jockin me son jockin me punk jockin me kid give me my give me my give me my freedom  i m the opposite of what you say a slob is dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is i m feared like napoleon and blessed like buddha you couldn t face me solo you d have to bring your crew to dump me off i don t recollect the mumble i ain t soft homeboy and picture me crumble and forget all of those that don t like my rap i don t be kickin that old shooby dooby doo wop crap rappers often brag about their bitin dj but they can t do marley nothin no how so hey it s clear to the ear what i m sayin son that s why we feel like slaves on the freedom run and each and every time a wack rapper walks by me his head starts singin come on and fly me i don t bite styles weak rhymes i don t need em stop jockin me boy jockin me son jockin me punk jockin me kid give me my freedom we can do this like brutus i m not mad i m pissed and this parade of mine i doubt that you can rain on this you couldn t place my rhymes amongst mortal men when i be rhymin on beats that set the hip hop trend i will always exist because i m bein preserved and don t agree to set me free then you gotta be served i earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill but yet i m loyal see cause marley hooks the beat up still there s no way that you could say there s a day i d fess homina homina nothin you can kill that mess my rhymes are ruthless no heart and totally wretched and if they was to fall down then the beats would catch it i don t bite styles weak rhymes i don t need em stop jockin me boy jockin me son jockin me punk jockin me kid give me my give me my give me my freedom
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