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[Verse: Que D]

I’m a motivator, dominator MC

When I grip the microphone I’m turning out whole cities

Que D representing the blee

On the microphone me

I’m standing on my lonely, MC

Are getting cold crushed when I bust

You getting left in the dust

It’s a must

Suckers think they claiming the name

By using profane

Well let me show you how to gain

I’m dropping it right

Fox dope shit…

That them niggas can’t see

Homeboy you can’t even stand next to me

Fool…

Let me tell ya I ain’t got nothing to prove or lose

I’m leaving whole crews singing the blues

Tell me what’s the news it’s Que D, me

Turning out Motown, throw down

And I’m serving em say what?

Most niggas ain’t got the guts to bring in

Cause the stage is terminated when I leave it

I know ya can’t believe it

Every since ’87 I knew I would achieve it

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So let me ride the rhythm

Dope rhymes is what I give em, eh yo

Back in the day I used to wear a Kangol

With a hellified flow

My lavish abundance is constant like the rain

Hitting your window pane

Ya already know my name

So ya hear the cosmic rain

Inhale it… while them niggas in the crowd yell it…

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Bet I pop ya knot

And you know it’s the sure shot

Cuz brothers losing they nuggets

Ya had to ask what is this?

Cuz when I aim I do not miss…

The beat.. I’mma get in it

Like them skins when I hit it can’t you dig it

Dug it. Rugged. Dope…

Emcees can’t cope

Ya ask if you could touch the mic when I’m done…

Nope

I’m slicker than slick

And I don’t mess with tricks

Cause tricks is bad for your health

When you ain’t hot knowledge of self

I ain’t got time to get caught up

I’m steady making cheese

Please I don’t want around when we

Say what’s up… to my nigga Jay Dee, T3

And my brother Batin doing the Errol Flynn

[Hook]

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