Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you're at a stand still. Still faking that you're hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills. So I'll easily drop you and stop you from rhyming.
{*Premier scratching: "If you ain't real about it, don't talk"*}. [Guru]. It's ninety degrees on the corner, in the summer heat. Dreamin of beach houses, mad ladies and Hummer jeeps.