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And now, a rap.

Hey I gotta start it
The Heat be carted off
ya soft
Pistonsforum.com will flood that's gotta warn ya
what in blazes
hey this is phat
weigh this
I'll portray this
photographs so the last laugh
is mine you're behind
for the mind and for the soul

that's how I roll
now I hold
the ball with my life
depended on it
I'm done ya bond it
Haslem don't want it
and I'm apart from wackness
I'm separated

did you like how I spiked the ball
despite ya all
you could come bite a small portion
there's more in the vault
halt, have a malt
I alter your brain patterns
yet it's my fault

I sustain phatter blends
of words heard, stampede
damn GP reach with those buckteeth?

Chorus
"Just me, no simile, never score simpily, cause it was meant to be, the
truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth,
propelling with the proof, in the puddin', wouldn't you like to know?
Oh, no you didn't, my flows never quittin', and that's the truth, the
Detroit Pistons' truth my man."

I'm on the scrimmage
waitin' for your funky imitations
and I'm not discriminating
myself, when I'm making my wealth

pure facts

hard for me to endure wack south Beach
I drive the lane with ease
I'm tellin' you that Ben is truth
appealin' through your arteries
you scar your knees
bowing, praising, now when I phase in
like Kitty Pride
city wide
confer to kick the rumor
Wade admit he lies

the truth will set you free
when I upset the Heat
execute the Heat
I do my best to mute those Heat
all it takes is intelligence
I'm great with embellishments
they need a savior
so Ben is sent...

Chorus
"Just me, no simile, never score simpily, cause it was meant to be, the
truth, the truth, and nothing but the truth, I tell it to the youth,
propelling with the proof, in the puddin', wouldn't you like to know?
Oh, no you didn't, my flows never quittin', and that's the truth, the
Detroit Pistons' truth my man."

You know our attributes
so don't act cute
it's moot
a closed casket
the most massive
fluff, just me
no simile
never score simpily
cause it was meant to be
never concluded
sever your crew with
microlazer surgery,
I get Shaq fouled up like fouls like Rasheed Wallace man
now all of you stand
like a congregation
on the basement floor
hip-hop
not carin' sharin'
tearin' Posey here in clones
wearin' bones
skeletons, your plasma is like gelatin
and tell a friend
who's developin'
cause Tay's intelligent...

Chorus
Yeah, my basketball technique, will make ya body freak,
my basketball technique, will make ya body tweak,
my basketball technique, will make ya body seek,
the beaning, double-teaming, on your soft as charmin brain.

-adapted from "Missing Link" by Del Tha Funkee Homosapien & Dinosaur Jr.

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