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(C Gruber)

The doctor's getting ready; it's time to operate
I'll slice ya up nice, for my skills are top-rate
I rock the stage lot, like Hawkeye's medical knowledge
I made sure I did it write, I got myself to college
I majored there in beat theory, I got my own degree
Started this with Brian, also call him Killa B
Like Turk and JD, we holding down this piece
We did the very best, and will wonders never cease?
The Force is strong with this one, my mentor said
Mess with tha Mob and ya likely end up dead
Sealed with a curse as sharp as a knife
Doomed is your soul and damned is ya life
You cross the King, then ya ass is fucked
But in my experience there ain't no such thing as luck
I rock like Ali, so don't get into the ring
GRUBI! BOOMBAHYAY! I hear the people sing

You don't like the way I say things that are true
Tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
My mustache looks like red and the whiskers are a mess
I look ridicu-more while you look ridicu-less
It's called a violation, ya end up violated
Dig the rhythm, baby, while the beat is syncopated
They say life is nasty, brutish, and short
I break ya concentration but allow me to retort
When ya call yaself a thug, it ain't a compliment a bit
It means ya don't use ya brain, you stupid shit
It's like I wanna be respected in the hip hop community
But I don't need no shit like someone's come up and suing me
I know B can make ya crack a smile but I don't play the clown
I raised up the CCM so I can rock ya right round
Ya try to park ya ride in my garage
But I'm telling alla ya it's a sabotage

I listened to the Enemy, I tried to dig the rage
But still I gotta rock a mic when I'm on the stage
When Chuck was dropping science his message couldn't be ignored
All these two-bit mothafuckas, the Xeroxin' got me bored
I come from Willingboro by way of Tallahassee
Like I come from Low End Theory by way of Hello Nasty
Ya act like you wanna be the big hoss
But you can't fuck with Mob's Rhyme Boss
It's written and directed like a hip hop video
Ya caught my act on MP3 in stairy-airy-o
Ya wanna ride up in the Sterling, ya best be down with me
Cause if ya not ya outta luck and ya walking down the street
All of you will end up sorry for dismissin' me
Regardless of origin, background, or ethnicity
Try to come after me, that plan's a no-starter
If ya strike me down I go Kenobi, I end up a martyr

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