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[Intro: Sample] "This first segment of the record is designed to improve immeasurably your listening ability That's why it comes first, and that's why it's important that you listen as well as you know how." [Verse 1:] I'm the amazing rapper, blazing and dapper Most MCs are actors with the 'bling-bling' factor Master Thespians, like dick-loving lesbians These MCs freeze every time I sneeze (Atchoo!) Pass the tissue, my crew is Issue Yaggfu will dismiss you, No, we'll just diss you Spit on you, shit on you, at the same time Disgusting, bone-crushing, hock a loogie in your eye Ay ay ay! Rap's rapper [?] That 'ain't a clap, that's a sample of you getting slapped! Get off the floor, you're fucking up the carpet Don't open your mouth, kid, don't even start it Dearly departed, he tried to battle Spin, Ha ha, not again Another dead fool, go back to school, try reading some books Get some good looks, hire a studio to make some real fancy hooks And maybe next time when you come and battle me You'll come up with some shit that can maybe rattle me [Sample:] "Have you been listen to me?" [Hook:] Listen, listen, you need to listen Listen, listen, ay, yo, listen Listen, you need to listen Listen, listen, shut up and listen Listen, listen, you need to listen Listen, listen, hey you, listen Listen, yo, you need to listen [Verse 2:] ... I'm on some different shit Been a while since you heard a nigga with some gifted shit Think it was '86, my DJ made a mix And quickly I began to make a formula for making hits I inspected it, and then perfected it Didn't rush this shit, stood back and respected it Now its 2001, MC's 1000 son But they never could prepare for a crowd of one Make a break, make a beat, take a crate, take a seat Queue it up, plug it in, turn it on and let's begin Take a spin, make a blend, make it loop back up again Tell your friend to tell your next of kin that we back again Back again, back back again, we be the ultimate You on some other shit, the down south, blaze it up... [?] This beat is marvellous, lyrics are targeted Ranging me from straight to your head from my oesophagus You keep on talking shit, you keep on popping shit We keep on blazing it up... [Verse 3:] Hmm, this collab' number, let's see, I forgot In fact, I don't even know what to say doc', I got writers' block Just give me the mic' and I'll babble incoherently about anything, like my name was [?] And what does it matter that I say nothing with the words that I spit? By today's standards it would be a sure-fire hit Cause most consumers are fucking idiots That's why Atmosphere 'ain't selling shit, but Ludacris is! Blow them bubbles, fuck them hoes, sell that blow Get that money, get the dough, [?] got you froze You like my new Rose? People making songs about cars and teeth, but they 'ain't said shit about Diallo shooting a [?] on BET Fuck Viacom, fuck AOL, fuck the RIAA for fixing music sales Fuck the Big Four, fuck radio and TV Fuck Napster cause they're going to start charging a fee And fuck me, E-Saw, the Anti-MC! [Outro: Sample] "Have you been listening to me? If you have, if you've been using the unoccupied seventy-five percent of your mind's time properly, you may have already guessed the key to effective listening: Use the excess capacity of your mind to constantly analyse what is being said."