Lyrics
you know i....
i bang wit the best, the same as in text
shits taken effect takin names and make it less
adiktids shakin the set went from eight tracks
to the tape deck slangin cassettes
now we playin wit more plastik compak diskettes
drinkin drank, smokin weed and breathin in that greenary
grass doja whateva you wanna call it
takin you through high school and savin for college
cuz most thes mufuckaz is broka then they own wallets
so why waste the knowledge, on cats who couldnt
wipe the shit from they own rear
i stay phat while yawl still lookin burley in the mirror
how you gonna get hard, when ya cant stand sturdy wit beer
im thirty in years, minus ten, and takin away whateva
the fuck you might of been
cuttin mufuckas out the picture wita diamond pen
and half of em don see it comin needa higha'lense
hook x 2
i been in your shoes, the odds is against you
whatchu gonna do when a fuckin pen offends you
mufuckas dont want it, when the hottest bond in rap
is against that, putcha pen to the test man
Kountry:
co incidense god emcees the mutherfuckin hottest team
two hip hop prodigies fuckin constantly droppin heat
dont get caught in beef or get a coffin freee
get your thoughts relieved wit six shots released
u faggots scared of adiktid the don n me
if u fuckin cross C your gay crews left obsolete
look dawg i honestly, dont give four shits
im busy feedin your bitch some more dick
u dont want war-with the fuckin lord kid
i make short kicks towards my long goals
even as a youngan i was a fuckin lost soul
this cat drops gold on other peoples shit
this piece shows the priest what evil-is
im the last person u ever wanna run to
screamin fuck you at the cops wit guns drew
hook x 2
i been in your shoes, the odds is against you
whatchu gonna do when a fuckin pen offends you
mufuckas dont want it, when the hottest bond in rap
is against that, putcha pen to the test man
compare me to someone, ill throw it down twice as hard
double or nothing, and double the fun like that bubble gum,
i scuffle wit tongue, and hustle wit a couple of gunz
tucked in the waste band, and it may sound dumba then a puffy/mase band
but i do what i gotta to survive all the hate fans
it aint gonna change-man, but they still pay the cash
in order to debate that, so ill just keep goin
and create-a-rap so hard you only get 50 percent of it
like shaq at the free throw'n still live the moment
but thats just me flowin, a mean poet so know-it
i aint leavin this shit till im oldest known hit
i got alotta beef, but ill leave out this rap
cuz it aint a diss track, but step in adiktids path
ill go through your bitch raps, sample em and mix a track
and youll get left behind like a new york knicks hat
hook x 4
i been in your shoes, the odds is against you
whatchu gonna do when a fuckin pen offends you
mufuckas dont want it, when the hottest bond in rap
is against that, putcha pen to the test man