DJ Premier - Unfucwitable lyrics

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DJ Premier - Unfucwitable lyrics

[Verse 1] Who talking smack b**h, you wanna get at this Think you need more practice You way out your bracket I rock the home of f**ing Atlas Save that racket for the tennis court, and I Brought your mission Resort to kissing these glutes On your plate like flutes Cause the agony that I inflict Causes tragedy when I spit And if you ain't the sh** You better dip, you better split You better take off Before I before break off, make off Munch through cupcakes that's soft That's why I serve you like a bake-off I'll rip your Face Off like I'm Nicholas Cage You wanna face off, that's ridiculous I'm Rage The mic brawler, the night crawler I smoke em like I'm off that water Clara Adlas great-granddaughter Would injure you, your girl from Virginia Make no bones about it, when it's on I'm bout it I gotta nice system that remains raw, my ice never thaws Priceless, baby hah Rage, that's all [Hook] Check the flow Rage in effect So now you know Kick up dust as I begin to bust Back on up [Verse 2] I'm folding emcees like Times with dirty consonants and vowels When I'm creeping on the prowl and stay wild out like an owl Now who who flows better than this rhyme writer You in a clique full of dicks and you still couldn't come tighter than Live in red dress, with the afro puff hairdress Young and restless, naw you nah wanna test this I break it down baby, you best pray to the Lord Cause, uh f**ing round with Rage is a what you can't afford I leave em standing on they tippy toes Dealing with a drippy nose Bombarding with my fifty flows I ain't f**ing with these silly hoes Now sh**'s about to get so retarded I just got dumped and I got left broken hearted I ain't got sh** to lose, the first b**h that move They gon' catch it in the worst way, Rage blood thirsty Attacks ready to throw down, that's how it goes down I can't slow down Judge Joe Brown convicted me of rhyme slaughter Cause I spit k**able syllables Leave em pitiful, the cynical Rage, unf**witable [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Now with my Timbos I could leave a bimbo in limbo Make em tremble When I spit through the dental of these instrumentals When I'm chewing on a mental, ?? wicked from the intro I told y'all from the get-go I rock harder than credentials Save that sh** for your colon I strike em like I'm bowling You sweet cheeks can't compete with the heat that I'm holding, ha Dingbats, better take their wings back and cash in Lyrical murderer back up in this b**h to bashing So ante up and pull your panties up And call your Granny up, tell her you got your fanny bust Weak sh** banged off the backboard How about some hardcore How about some rough, rugged and raw With all sincereness, I spit lyrics with raw severeness Gladiator fearless, Tyson style - leave em earless So which of you want me to snatch you by your britches, boo I hit you with my witches' stew Turn em into b**hes' brew Terror, when you up against Rage Hitchco*k From H block With a flow that make em scream Rage stop Now that's crazy Naw, that's the Lady Of Rage [Hook x2]

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