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Yo, I was a beast before I became a teen

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Music turning so when hip-hop was originated

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, Ã,Â'Yes y'all!Ã,Â'

They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small

Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet

Back to the lab without a mic to grab

So then I add all the rhymes I had

One after the another one, then I make another one

To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done

I get a craving like I beast for nicotine

But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?

I'm raging, ripping up the stage and

Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and

Thought of, Cos it's sort of an addiction,

Magnetized by the mixing