U Can't Handle This

You would if you could but you can't so you ain't

The minute

I step in dis ***********,

I hear, oh ***********t, ***********a, goddamn

Watch out for dat ***********, you can't handle 'em for a period of time

No one can match those rhymes to mine

I'm top of the line

***********in' your ass like a porcupine,

I know what to do

To knock your stupid ass so bad it ain't no challenge this ain't

No ***********' fluke, this pure deep talent

I'm gifted, explicit mistressed and explicit brand new home

Same old ***********,

I ain't playin' with you ***********, why you ***********z

Be rappin' like you're scared and unprepared,

I'm gonna've ya'

Leave this ***********a sayin' what'd that ***********a said

Gimme the bud, the ***********

I puff like

Elvis and the

BeetlesThat gets blazed, then a couple soft

MC's on pins and needles

***********z that got beef with me better bring a heater or either bow

Down to me, cut off you ***********,

Jesus, thats the reason

I'm ***********' with ***********z, wasup with dem ***********z, dats talkin' ***********t

You better go *********** wit another ***********

U cant handle this

Oh ***********t, ***********a, goddamn, oh ***********t, ***********a, goddamn

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Certified

Rhyme Busta, *********** ***********, *********** ***********, same ***********

If I'm not that ***********, but that *********** from punks still come with

The rif-raf, went from gold diggin', to gold chains

I went from

Club Train,

Ta Soul Train fightin' like a

Wild Coyote

Like Capone, hot seller, keep your ***********' deck deader

Then a bad wood***********,

I don't like ***********z tryin' to run up on my ***********t

And set, I'm the tarantula on the caterpillar

*********** I'll kill ya, catch more attention then oriental pea***********

Phat rhymes, hot tracks, a full room of

Reeboks, I've got the gift

That'll make a *********** get off me spent like

Charles Barkley so ***********

Don't start me, who's that click use to be mobbin' in my hood

Beware, here

I go, get that boy good, come like, there

I wasWhen were y'all idiots in the cut

I raise the hacksaw, you jump back

Now y'all ***********z don't want no trouble, can't stop us

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I know y'all *********** know better than to *********** wit the man

Don't ya, don't ya, *********** don't you know what my style can't be poached

And every *********** around, probably got beef wit somebody but that's

The same *********** between the fighters,

I ain't got it

I ain't got it

When underground rules, will be the day my legs start to shake

Another ***********, couldn't off throw me on skates,

I'm the supplier

The gasoline on your fire, got 'em dodge 'em

Michael Tyler

The drunken fighter y'all ***********z can't do what

I do man *********** that, ***********

Now mother*********** you, good

Lord, the

Rhymes come through

So hardcore ***********,

I got it if you bad enuff to take it, it's yours

A lyrical ass whoopin' is what

I'm cookin' hungry, spittin' all over

Your room when you wasn't lookin' ain't no canibus

The wrong ***********, with da mess you get the flatback like

Rambo ***********

You can't handle this

Oh ***********t, ***********a, goddamn, oh ***********t, ***********a, goddamn

Oh ***********t, ***********a, goddamn, oh ***********t, ***********a, goddamn

Oh ***********t, ***********a, goddamn, oh ***********t, ***********a, goddamn

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