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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,463
Peak in subgenre #3,508
Author
Written By me
Uploaded
February 23, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Half of these cats don’t know wut they tryin’ to do,
U got skills?
C’mon man somebody’s lying to you.
I’m eyeing your crew,
All the lies they supplying to you,
They must think you a toy letting all your shit by in the booth.
The pride of a fool, Fools him into buying a tool,
Automatic but tragic when the fire ensues,
And your fam goes from admiring you,
To pressin’ their suits that’s what the iron’ll do.
You aint dope, NOPE! you need to check the needles you shoot,
My rhymes is like getting high snorting lines of the truth,
I speak proof and The only pussy you seeing is you,
Before that when you came through in the delivery room.
Kill the excuses - let me explain what the truth is,
I’m hard on the brain like head from a buck tooth bitch,
Or a barbershop, filled with blind men w/ sprained wrists,
Or like Mitch Green – runnin’ into Tyson’s two fists.
I’ll shake your habits like an epilectic’s nun’s fits.
Cuz you’re the opposite of a smart nigga, you’re just a dumb bitch.
Just run kid, no one’s gonna stop the grapple and help ya.
I step over you efforts - like AKA’s, Alphas, and Deltas.
I bless verses - acquired for - daily recitals,
in church choirs Book W.I.Z.E. real emcee survival.
No revival- to cats who stay fucking up tracks
Like a trash weave in the back, fact believe it ya wack
Leave black while your breathings intact, I’m leading the pack
And bring heat back like I’m leaning on Shaq.
I’ll leave it at that.
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