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Dedicated to those who think they can rap or get mad when they're told that they can't rap.

“Step It Up”

It’s that astonishin’, mega-monster shit
Never lost my voice,
So I don’t need no fuckin’ lozenges.
This rap game, I garnish it and varnish it.
You? You tarnish it.
Spittin’ ya little retarded shit, bitch.
You ain’t never been gifted.
Say your rhymes are dope,
Then why’s my mind never lifted?
I’m laughin’ at your gaffes again.
Fake Jim Gaffigan.
You’s a fuckin’ joke,
Now go and pass the pen.
Tell ya ghostwriter
To get ya flow tighter.
You ain’t a known rider,
But you are a known liar.
Gettin’ mad when I speak the truth,
Your rhymes only appeal to youths
Who happen to idolize you
Cuz you happen to speak in booths.
You’re livin’ the dream
But it isn’t what it seems.
Just cuz you got a little green
And some bling
Don’t mean a fuckin’ thing.
It’s all about content,
And I hope you get the concept.
Had to dumb down the verse,
But I’m still bein’ honest, yo…

-Jose L. Ortega “J.I.A.N.T.”