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the nonce - hoods like to play lyrics

[verse 1: nouka]
every emcee wants to give me a test
so i hand it in and get an f for “fresh”
don’t step, man i got crew
and every one of them can serve you
plus, i got the fisticuffs
leaving every emcee with a grip of lumps
you can try to step up when there’s no one else
but i’ve been known to serve jux all by myself, man
you’re wack, now it’s time to subtract
and i don’t slack when it comes to the rap
scene, emcees be motivate
i pull a phrase from the ’85 to demonstrate
my vernacular gets real emcees and make em wish
that they could slow down my pitch
but they can’t, try to get nice, but they ain’t
i see that you’re big gassed up, full, i pull that
wool out quick and then we can duel
if you [?] and pull a tool
i leave that ass [?] rhyme pages like a fool
or, if we out of town on tour
i’ll grab the microphone and rock more
then i diss your wh0re, don’t ask what for
i guess i really din’t have to go there
but i’m a real emcee and i just don’t care
[verse 2: yusef afloat]
what what? fool you can bring your tool
and ask what happened when you play it cool
but every now and then you got to show and prove
on the mic stand, marks want to see me get flam
like an ox, and that’s cool cause we can straight up box
pick a corner, any one it will suffice to give knocks
and while i start up [?] the jabs, less i grabs
shins will bend, kidney [?], flew within
i will win cause you just can’t hack
the verbal, a style of beating that your crew might lack
i will take these two, then commence to bruise
then pound and mush and bend your frame
then watch the crowd as i take your dame
in excited awe, they will tell me to stall
so why bust and bust when i could just ball
like single file through your wackass style
i’m not pursuin’ it cause everybody else is still doin’ it
so at that start i won’t hesitate
to put a check down, fool so your crew won’t skate
or even chart that hit, or try to run that gift
cause we can dot that i, even swell that lip
see your hood don’t mean a thing to me
i take your drawstring and pull it much crazily
then hang you up, so your crew could see

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