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(feat. Q-Tip) [Mr. Man] Hey yo, MC am I People call me Man I'm everywhere like air, so watch as I expand Live and direct from out the Flatbush lands 'Cause I got more rhymes than the beach got sand [Lee Majors] (who you be son?) Well yo MC am I; people call me "L" Can't forget the double-e Major I rock well In '86 used to sport Pumas wit' Gazelles '96: Yo, I just rock mics and excel [Q-Tip] Hey yo, MC a b people call me air See me on Jamaica Ave. sippin' half-and-half I got a special-issued mic that's guaranteed steel Bustin' rhymes at the crowd to make the shorties feel [All] (Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it) It's the 3 MCs You know we hold these mics tight We the 3 MCs We do it right e' night With a scratch And a cut We 'bout to tear shit up [Mr. Man] See most of y'all really do not know how you should operate You need to contemplate 'cause you really cannot stop the wait Just cooperate Let me select the path You do not know the half simply 'cause you don't know the math On how to automate the graph So follow the leader The 9-Ether--rapper's get split like amoeba By the fire-breather Get burned beyond recognition It's Mr. Man the accurate be blurrin' up your vision [Lee Majors] I pack a .45 caliber hollow-tipped pen Make 'em say "What happen when he be rappin'?" Make a move son. I kill bystanders and all Check the autops'(y) the words that I dropped in his skull If you want a nigga draw, pull out your best rhymes Make your same gun-finger turn into peace sign Came back with tips swallowed Hip-hop Puritan show these niggas how you drop it


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