I Rap Like

Juice, yea, Conglomerate

I Rap Like, ah, CHI, Wattup, LA, wattup

[Verse 1]

Juice, stacking his dough like John Prophet

All this catches, macking these hoes with Peter Loffet

But we the new rap pack, Conglomerate distributed

I'm bigger than the industry, you gonna have to live with it

To capture time is the key

Component words trapped in my mind so I seize

The moment, words freeze opponents

Pre-fees are on it, I'm a cancer

Can't really think, and no MC's they want it

That's why they get me like palionthologist

The word naive backwards is evian, swallow this

I win battles yo, it's way beyond politics

I work up through cells like a crazy anthalogist

In metaphors, I have mine, rap is in my enzymes

Got a hundred-ten lines, I'm ready to defend mine

I'm like a broken rubber band, they say that I snap

But ask the people, they'll tell you it's the way that I rap

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I rap like noone out there could fuck with me

"With that freestyle, you better get shot"

I rap like noone out there could fuck with me

"Your battling is written"

I rap like noone out there could fuck with me

"who, who, who, who got beef?"

I rap like noone out there could fuck with me

I freestyle erratically, for those that want to battle me

[Verse 2]

I spit fire flame, I'll demolish your entire game

It's like I work for NASA, 'cause I'm just on a higher plane

This ain't rapping, I'm just hitting you with CHI game

I get you higher than Richard Prior when the guy came

My show's traffic, but I ain't Mike Douglas

When I attack the mic, both black and white love this

J U, with the brain of ten scholars

I catch my hoes on the rebound like Ben Wallace

Intergalactic tactics get pimped

All I need is a fifth of this yack to get bent

And some dro when the mack in

At shows I be snapping, on tracks is Emmaculate

Hoes, they be clapping, my flow's never lacking

For those in the back and

I blow when I rap, you should've known it would happen

Plus I let it rock like Bobby Brown and Whitney

I rap like noone out there could fuck with me

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[Verse 3]

Now with these verses and this herb, I'm like Jackson Hewitt

I get you green but I add a little taxes to it

What would the whole world do, if they had to admit

Juice was just as nasty with the pen and pad when I spit

So if the freestyles iare real, and the writing is real

Then who the fuck else is this tight in the IL

I don't be hating on these CHI cats that moved away

I just got time invested, so I choose to stay

Kanye dropped and Twista's my homie G

And Kan' told me that the next spot belong to me

I do not wear pink, and I am no Diplomat

New York niggaz using CHI slang, nigga picture that

Not signed to Arista, I am no aristocrat

Blessed with the gift of rap, and nobody could get with that

Think this shit is split like Timberlake and Britney

I rap like noone out there could fuck with me

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