Released on April 10, 2009

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[Verse 1: Smooth B)

What seperates me from the rest of these so called MCs

Their rhymes dont flow like Smooth B's

A fortified rhymer with vitamins and minerals

Flow for the common folk, flow for the criminals

For the fans, womans and inbetween

???? much like a Hip hop fiend

Call me the glimmer man

I rock mink, ch-ch-chinchilla, Timberland

Y'all be looking for me, well here I am

The ego killer, I make a millionaire feel like he ain't got no credit

Picture me falling off, please nigga forget it

Don't call a hater a hater

Call him lotion, they always waiting to get put on with no devotion

Real niggas do real things

And fly bitches, fall for Smooth B like puppets with Dutch strings

Paid In Full like Azie, Alpo

And Rich Porter, next quarter, watch some careers get shorter

Game Over


[Verse 2: Smooth B]

I dont just spit on the mic, I throw up

And when I'm finished, I blow up

When it comes to writing poetry, I show off

Like Bismarck, I go off, I go off

Most competitive, most compatible, equilateral

The way I break it down on the beats, its mathematical

Real players eat lobster shrimp

When I pop my collar - I look like a pimp

In Harlem like Dan I'm dapper

The rappest rapper

I go to Hot Pock for rice and beans and red snapper

When I'm fed up, foes fear me, I get fiery

I'm not a bad boy, but I bust off like Mike Lowrey

Dropped seven hits for seven summers before Diddy

Ask Diddy, who the real prince of the city?

Emperor like Hirohito, you small like a mosquito

I'm fillest to fall like ???ito

Italians say magnifico

Bad bitches say, are you from New York or Puerto Rico

From the Bronx, I was raised doing that ???? burrito

The man standing next to the man like I was Chico

Give me baked chicken and ???? ???? with ???? fritos

Don't make me pull out a can of whoop ass

I never go broke, I just run out of cash

And when that happens, I pull out my plastic

And if you owe me money, that shit can get drastic

Cuz' frankly I don't give a damn, like Clark Gable

I got my own style, my own money, my own label

Rap Tzar