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Make you goSoul for soulOver mic controlKid you can't touch me with a ten foot poleAnd I even made the devil sell me his jewelsHe was out to cold mock meAnd play you for foolsKid, you know the rulesMust be smokin' super coolsTry to diss me on the lowGot to be a psychoThat's aight thoughYou know you won't see me shakin'I'm out to blow the spotOn who's real and who's fakin'Who's givin'Who's takin'Who's livin'Who's starvin'Diss me on the micIt's time for headstone carvin'And every tap writin'll strike ya like lightin'Dissolve ya like powderSo turn it up louderGo on pump the wattageGet the cheese by cottageI like mean streaksI like spanish freaksI like korean barbecueI'm like old school beats'cause...ChorusI'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'And all the wack attitudes people coppin'I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' (x2)It go bang bang boogieI'm sick like a loogieI'm wiser than budI'm thicker than bloodI'm older than timeMolded from divineHow can you be so bold to think that you'll take mineI'm cash like johnnyIt's the highway manAnd I'm walkin' this line the best way I canWith my farmer's tanAnd my bloodshot eyesI ain't bodied no oneI ain't chopped no piesWith the butters from the guttersI'm about to explodeAnd blow the spot for folk naveUp the gun hill roadLike artillery shellsBeen from heaven to hellAnd I'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell'cause...ChorusI'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'And all the wack attitudes people coppin'I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' (x2)
Make you goSoul for soulOver mic controlKid you can't touch me with a ten foot poleAnd I even made the devil sell me his jewelsHe was out to cold mock meAnd play you for foolsKid, you know the rulesMust be smokin' super coolsTry to diss me on the lowGot to be a psychoThat's aight thoughYou know you won't see me shakin'I'm out to blow the spotOn who's real and who's fakin'Who's givin'Who's takin'Who's livin'Who's starvin'Diss me on the micIt's time for headstone carvin'And every tap writin'll strike ya like lightin'Dissolve ya like powderSo turn it up louderGo on pump the wattageGet the cheese by cottageI like mean streaksI like spanish freaksI like korean barbecueI'm like old school beats'cause...ChorusI'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'And all the wack attitudes people coppin'I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' (x2)It go bang bang boogieI'm sick like a loogieI'm wiser than budI'm thicker than bloodI'm older than timeMolded from divineHow can you be so bold to think that you'll take mineI'm cash like johnnyIt's the highway manAnd I'm walkin' this line the best way I canWith my farmer's tanAnd my bloodshot eyesI ain't bodied no oneI ain't chopped no piesWith the butters from the guttersI'm about to explodeAnd blow the spot for folk naveUp the gun hill roadLike artillery shellsBeen from heaven to hellAnd I'm a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell'cause...ChorusI'm sick of all the shit that's droppin'And I'm tired of all the lip that's poppin'And all the wack attitudes people coppin'I'm only tryin' to get a few heads boppin' (x2)
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