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Lyrics:
Now sit right back as I bust a rhyme,
I've got the freshest beats and I'm always on time,
I'm the baddest of the best,
Yeah I'm the king.
Master of beats and the cross-fader,
I'll cut off your hand just like Darth Vader,
You step to me and you're gonna get dissed, homeboy.
Come into my crib,
Maybe we could chill,
I might cap somebody,
or kick em in the grill.
I'm the DJ he's the rapper,
And the homeboys try to step,
I'm the DJ he's the rapper,
In the valley of the shadow of def.
Yo, homeboys come and homeboys go,
But I still kick the Latin Lingo,
Mi Espanol es no bui bueno.
I'm stone cold rhymin and spinnin on the wax,
I give the old ladies heart attacks,
cause I'm fresh and dope and I'm dissin wac MCs.
I've got all my teeth capped,
Chains to show my wealth,
And I check myself,
Before I wreck myself.
Well my name is Frankie T, and I'm here to talk,
About the meaning of Five Minute Walk.
Some say it's wac,
Some say it's ill,
Myself, homeboy, thinks it's pretty chill.
Turn off the TV,
Put down the phone,
Go talk to JC and be alone.
Talk to him five minutes a day,
He won't wig out or give you play,
He will not dis you in the end,
In fact JC's my freshest friend.
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