DESCRIPTION:
Originally got this track from the music part at download.com. anyone remember that site? it was awesome.

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Here is my attempt at figuring out the lyrics. Feel free to give corrections

(Verse 1)

That's right I'm black [?]
Shellac chrome up on your dome,
your fac [factory?] is full of clones,
all you dogs can suck my bone,
immaculate on tones,
serenade as a grenade
drive it up on your dome.

I'm too polished, I spot your 'fro [?
like you was Rasheed Wallace.
Rocking Bose [speakers?],
MC's I roast,
you need to carry toast.

I'm not afraid to pop off
and drop a life off,
unload a clip off,
and shoot my lip off
at tip off
until the game ends Motion will rip off
attacking homes,
private and personal in doorsteps,
and tapping phones

I'm so incredible.
Main entree rap on display like I'm Emeryl,
it's edible.
See me through your ear,
hear it go around like tetherball
around the pole
like anacondas wrap around and gulp and swallow whole
I'm designated driver; Motion always in control.

All you players and playerettes, the meeting is now, I'm telling you: show up.
Yeah, show up for practice.

(Hook)

I keep in shape and do my physical fitness

[Verse 2)

Freestyles get loaded and get shot out like bullets
connect the [?]
cause headaches, heartaches and stutters
it's a verbal assault.
Very [?] I'm here to talk, it's the cleanse.
Very [?] I'm here to stalk, snatch your friends
(They gone ...)

Meanwhile you're loaded [?] you're worn out like mildew built up on foots[?] cause [?)
a verbal antibiotic
got it,
apply it like a tonic,
it's a soothe [?].
Verbal antibiotic,
it's bionic,
make you move.

See how I twist it and shape it
show up and cut it and rape it
landscape it,
rotate it,
till it,
kill it,
toss in a skillet,
[?]
to cook for you,
make a sizzle;
burning up all you fat-headed rappers with the grezzle [grease?)
(Behave!)

My lyrics' stature, you crave it
got beef with me? Kid, you save it.
I'm not the man to build your reputation on;
knocking on songs,
rocking on songs,
smashing on songs—yeah, I can go on, and on, and on.

What?! show up for practice ...

(Hook)

I keep in shape and do my physical fitness

(Verse 3)

[?] I train
aerobic verbal calisthenics
voice box train
tight lashing
real dashing
for the spread like[?]

I drop a well-endowed rap
plug up that and shoot it off in my profilac[?]
and tie it back.
That's right I'm designated rapper while you slam my rap.
Intoxicating younger ears
not ready to handle "here" [the present time?].
"Yes Men" go out the [?]
my stomp [?]

I'm on some "make mine"
as soon as I hear a bassline
rappers get boxed and [?], and handled
used for shipment.

I send them back to their fat ass they can wear them off[?]
cooking and cleaning and scrubbing while you was writing songs: "you better go get a job and help me with this [?] "

(Hook)