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Banana Clipper (feat. Big Boi)

I move with the elegance of an African elephant

I presented the evidence

Eloquent as the president

Evident is the emphasis

I deserve me a championship

But before I banana clip

I'mma chill so my man can ripLittle man against Hellion

With the heart of an orphan

I got the words of a murderer

And an eye for distortion

You take a slice of my portion

I'll take a piece of your profit

I'll drive at illegal speeds

Keep an oz in my pocketWe run the jewels in your town

A quarter pound on my person

I'm known for pounding the stage

I'm talking burning and cursing

Producer gave me a beat

Said it's the beat of the year

I said El-P didn't do it

So get the fuck outta hereYou wanna hang, bring your throat

I got stools and a rope

I'mma slang pope

Haranguing the land with a man's flow

A new edition to the art of the old code

That's fully retarded and put a part in your bold domeAy El

We the villains, we antagonist bad guys

Mercy me, merciless me putting pain in they sad eyes

It's time for Skywalker talk 'cause meet the true Darth Vader

I hit your mom in '03, but a G ain't ate her

So baby boy, you should tighten up and show some respect

Before I Melvin on you Jody, put my arm on your neck

Or worse yet be the reason your girl want a divorce

Be at your crib with your kids saying "fuck your fort

Lil' nigga!"The style is

Radiation leak at Mile Island

Also known as Chernobyl talk

Listen for the sirens

For the green I'm a hoarder

You're the poor distorter

Sorta morbid sonnin' these fuckin' whoredome explorers

I'm bored. Enough of your bummy shit, it's numb to the core, sure

You suck a good dick for the fame

And couldn't resist getting played

I fuck like I'm headed to war

I'm really not playing no games

But tag me god damn it I'll kill the carrier mentions my nameHey, I'm a soldier of fortune, a mercenary on beat

I'm merciless, I'll torture emcees, tie up both of they feet

If they refuse to run the jewels we beat the bottoms of feet

I'm talking grip pliers, guys, to the top of your teeth

Hey me and Jaime killed the competition, top of the heap

Is where we staying when they corpses resting under our feet

I sent they mom a little cash and a sympathy letter

Told her she raised a bunch a fuck boys

Next time do better

BitchWe the old Atlanta, new Atlanta, future of the city

Daddy Fat Saxx don't give a damn 'cause can't nann new niggas get with me

Now it's true, niggas are simply simple minded simple Simons

Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by designing

But what I be rhyming, no payola is required

My bank account obese as fuck while yours sits on a diet

Nigga your lease is up, you're fired

Quiet, that's how the boss talk

Retain ownership on everything, every car bought

And paid for, no neighbors 'cause I'm sitting on acres

Went to Vegas, jumped the broom 'cause I wasn't trippin' on papers

Or no prenuptial agreement for mama

If we broke up and she took half I'd still be sitting on commas

Eight figures nigga

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