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oh I dont like dj whoo kid or dj mig mike or cutmaster c or dj clue...they're ok for represent some artist with mixtape (like in this saigon's case), but they aint got any dj skillz!
dj rectangle is the real dj

I open up Blaze and see these bums all dissin' me
Ernesto don't have a Clue like Unsolved Mysteries
When my album drops I'll be runnin' y'all industry
See me in person bet I get respect from y'all instantly
Fuck y'all sympathy - I call your bluff like card-playing
Now you on the phone with those other faggot A&R's sayin'
"My bad, yo! I ain't know how butta he could be"
Next month you like ("New exclusive shit! Jugga The Bully!!!")
Got folk askin' me "Why you got beef with Clue?
That dude got friends..." That's cool, I got people too
What I'm supposed to do? He gave me a wack write up
Misrepresentin' mine knowin' that it's phat like butts
This nigga couldn't scratch a record in a cat fight plus
Your album sucks - wishin' you could rap like Touch
You just juggle some nuts to get a few exclusives
And thought no one could tell you wack, what the fuck is you stupid?
I question your skills, trashin' every mag that got you in it
And I swear never heard nothin' hot you blended
On my block you finished - I'm ambitious and vicious
And you gonna fall cuz real Hip Hoppers can't stand bitches

Chorus:
You don't have a Clue
When you disrespect the Dirty South this how we do
Got everyone from here to overseas dissin' too
You don't get no respect here so, Fuuuuuuck Clue!!

This nigga couldn't scratch a record in a cat fight plus
Your album sucks - wishin' you could rap like Touch
You just juggle some nuts to get a few exclusives
And thought no one could tell you wack, what the fuck is you stupid?

In addition, your tapes got too much reverberation

I seen you live - you couldn't mix if your name was Tascam
Screamin' on all ya tapes to cover up all the mistakes
That's why you never in DJ battles - you'd prolly get raped
Put the plates on - what the FUCK you waitin' on?
Got ya head spinnin' like those twelve hundreds you fakin' on

You the only deejay couldn't scratch if the wax had poison ivy