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I can tell that you’re afraid to fight me
simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me
because you’re sweat as a puddle but there’s a puddle o’ sweat
I’m a threat, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck
and clean the dirt off your face that cause acne
It’s ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me
This is the round with a punctual goal
until you’re A.G.A.D. that’s known as a blow
I’m makin a point but it’s a point that I’m makin
Like, see, I’m hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin
Scared to speak with a thought when they’re chozen
The sound of my voice in their ear and they’re frozen
This is a battle to the death, it’s like the same ol’
against a brother on a tip, with kangol
Givin a pain but it’s with pain that I’m givin
but I’m comparin and tearin’em but I’m makin a livin
with the hype of a 9 volt battery
and the odds for me to conquer is averagely good
Meanin I’m a flow
I’m from the streets, yo so I’m ready to go.
—MC Ren - If It Ain’t Ruff(1988)