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Alright, R. Kelly, give me the drop, you tear it up
Yeah, alright, yeah, that's real dope, man
But I need something more, Red, word up
I need something more
Alright, if you need a little bit more, I'ma give you this
Alright, like this
Yeah, alright, alright, you got it now, you got it
Just add one more thing to make it complete, to be straight
Well, I'ma bring in the wah-wah-wahs
And I say, alright, like this
Yeah, alright, alright, this is real smooth, I can get with it
Yeah, alright, yeah
Mhm, alright, I'ma start on it
Alright, this is the part where you tear it up, take it away
Rhymes worth more than platinum
MCs, I'm flattin' 'em, look 'em over, then pass 'em
Down to B-Doggs and Marky Mark
Sittin' in a control room with Red, I'm in the dark
Rappin' another dope rhyme to make a hit
Only if the record company front, it'll miss
But you can't perform this for too long
The lyrics I preach and my speech is too strong
For you to handle, more than a mental
Holdin' the mic and I'm meltin' just like a candle
Don't you see? It's a dream to R. Kelly
I wake up and nothin' is real, so I chill
And try to mash a dope rhyme to the beat selected
Everything is dope after Wreckx-n-Effect wrecked it
Wait a second, Marky Mark, throw in a stutter
Yeah, boy, peanut butter
Get it right
One, two, three, and
I'm an MC flippin' on those who might front
I'm ready to fly that head until the flight's done
Obviously, I won, so don't ask
Rappin' is ten percent more than a task
Job you do, punk, you can't compete
With the styles I use to switch up like the seasons
Reasons, I've got more than one
R-E's for Ree, A-R-Kelly's sons
Broken on down to the very last syllable
W-N-E's tryin' to build, but you
Gotta do your share, lay the foundation
And I'll bring the nation
Me and whoever wears the sign of Zulu
Wreckx-n-Effect will unwrap and chew you
Rhymes are too rough to cover
But the beat is smooth as peanut butter
Get it right
One, two, three, and
Born with the title R. Kelly engraved in me
Therefore, my name never was changed to be
Something that I ain't, I'm wettin' rappers like water paint
Just dab my finger and I'll smear 'em all over the place
It'll take time before they fully erase, word
Because they left the public thinkin' they was made to be first
Not made to be worse, I write every verse
And you can tell from my lyrics that I rap with thirst
Thirsty for an MC to diss, so I can dismiss
The type of fury everybody be glad to miss
Instead of bein' trapped with it, you need to be slapped, you big
Wanna be a W-N-E, but dig
There's no space, the last place for you was took
And now it's first, so, yo
Grab ahold of my rhyme book, but don't tear the cover
Because you just might smear the peanut butter
Get it right
One, two, three, and
Peanut butter
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