| They don’t know what they fuckin with
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| They don’t know how you bust it 'Bis
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| They don’t know how you comin man
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| They don’t know how you done this shit
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| Yo show 'em how a brother spit
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| The MC, with the N-O-T-T-Z, yeah!
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| Aiyyo Canibus’ll spark it for ya, Nottz’ll paint the target for ya
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| Mic Club’ll launch it toward ya
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| This is the beginning of the rest of my life
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| Rippin the mic, and rippin it right, you listen you like
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| You dislike you get disciplined with the pipe
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| Muzzle flashes of light that says goodbye to life
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| I’m anti-social but humble
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| I blow a hole in you to get a hello from you! |
| If that’s what it come to
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| A little camera shy, I play the background
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| Turn the mic on, lock the cage, I attack crowds
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| Y’all niggas is just clones that rhyme
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| From a bloodline that’s closer to yours than mine
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| You ignore the signs, but we all divine
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| DJ’s rewind, MC’s distort the time
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| Sharp enough to read your mind, I can hear your applause in silence
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| You’re fuckin with an awesome talent, yo
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| — repeat 2X
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| Yo, you gotta call this a comeback, I been here for years
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| You should thank God for answerin your prayers
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| The hip-hop hero, off of hip-hop skid row
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| I rip a show for a beer and a smoke
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| You know that hip-hop flow that got him clearin both coasts
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| For that hip-hop show I appear as the host
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| Used to be the type of MC they was scared to approach
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| Nowadays I just share what I know, spare what I don’t
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| Might act like I care but I don’t, see they want me to share
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| It’s only logical they fear what I wrote
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| Forty-fives with broken handles go off like roman candles
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| Ricochetin through your mans and you
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| They so busy tryin to get an ambulance for you
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| They ain’t notice that a fan was hit too, plannin to sue
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| They got a lot of anger for you
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| Introduce you to the Anger Management crew, with Canibus too
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| Switch places with the person that was bandagin you
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| And start stranglin you, and keep stranglin you, yo
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| Yo, they don’t know how to double 'Bis
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| They already woulda done the shit, Canibus the original thumbprint
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| Five MC’s, pick one quick
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| He’s usually on the thumb you lift
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| Yo, y’all fuckin with an awesome talent
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| I can’t be silent, where’s the balance?
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| I’m on some Kanye shit, waitin for my «Spaceship»
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| Exercisin patience, grindin for this paper
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| The universal language is love, not hatred
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| Sex money and drugs, destroy your foundation
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| That’s what I would say, if I had to make a statement
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| But sex money and drugs, built this proud nation!
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| Salvation without authentication, false pagans
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| Bought lawmakers to orchestrate how the law changes
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| We the new breed of firebreathers, inspire speeches
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| Got fans fightin in bleachers, they can’t keep quiet neither
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| I wanna team up with the best there is
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| Bless the mic and address what is, impress the kids
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| The deep life I live is shallow to sheep
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| 'Til I show a couple scars, let the experience speak, yo
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| — repeat 2X |