(Verse One) It would be scary if I cared about others' opinions 'Cuz I'm T-D-H-P, O-G from the beginning bangin' out these bars, while many played with Matchbox cars I got more rhymes than these trash talkin' stars! ...social media has manipulated minds extracting intelligence, like squeezing a lime! but I'm freezing on the grind, forever frozen in rhyme with a Krylon can, and a mic in my hand boom-box blaring Boogie Boys, complete with the strap so many decades in the game, you can't compete with this rap won't be a sneak attack, I conquer with confidence, consequently the golden era sent me and frankly, this was meant to be stairs of Solomon Juneau, gotta do 'em proud I been commanding attention, since the lunch-room crowd put that on my pizza tray, killed them cyphers either way eighties rap warrior, and Hip-Hop's what I bleed today! lyrical life-blood, from days of bumpin' Kurtis Blow A-J Scratch, and then I learned how to scratch! I got a ......fresh batch of some Hip-Hop nourishment served expeditiously, without the need of encouragement a lyrical barrage with a sonic collage rappers better suited for reorganizing a garage! M-C's may get offended by the rhymes that I shared but honestly and truthfully, it would be real scary if I cared! *rap chorus* Scary if I cared about the competition since the early eighties T-D-H-P been on a mission certified classic from the underground, known to put it down and yes I represent that hip-hop sound! Scary if I cared about the competition since the early eighties T-D-H-P been on a mission certified classic from the underground, known to put it down High Priest, matter fact I am the realest around! [extend instrumental track for another 45 seconds]
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