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1. _ Zoom
[dr. dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
*repeat 2x*
Yeah, yeah, come on
[ll cool j]
Uh, you know you a freak
Before the album went platinum, ya hardly speak
And now you're skin grinnin, gassed off the chrome rims and
Twenty room mansion, i rest my timb's in
Uhh, i feel it how ya shake it
Rings in ya belly, i can't take it
Toss up your moet, money make it
Last week frontin, tonight butt naked
I got the flava, make em zoom-a-zoom
The ll cool j, [fuck it] give me room
Looked up in my eyes as i lowered the boom
Twenty thousand freaks packed up in one room, uhh
[dr. dre]
All i wanna do, is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
(mmmm, whatchu wanna do) uhh, whatchu wanna do?
*repeat 2x*
[dr. dre]
Once again it's on, can't be home
The crime got me in the zone; homies blowin up the celly phone
The world knew i had to come once mo'
And just to let y'all know, i do my thing and still blow
Nuff to burn ten mill' cells, confirmed
The most anticipated since tyson's return
So come on everybody let's all get down
Cause what we have, is a brand new sound
[ll cool j]
All the mommies in the house gettin live tonight
They wanna (zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom-zoom)
And all my dogs feel the vibe tonight
They wanna (zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom-zoom)
Say what?
[dr. dre]
All i wanna do, is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
(mmmm, whatchu wanna do) uhh, whatchu wanna do?
[dre] all i wanna do, is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
[ll] dre, whatchu wanna do?
[dre] mr. smith, it's on you, uh
[ll cool j]
In other words, it's gon' be like that
You young boys is blind, i'm seein them cats
Evolutionary (what?) revolutionary and legendary
I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry
I'm like a narcotic, niggaz is microscopic
Dr. dre and cool j, is the topic
Forever, my lyrics is rough and energetic
Them cats is blazin? i don't get it, they cosmetic
If shorty wanna step up? i'll twist his neck up
You can't get no money battling me; that's like ripping your check up
What partna? take ten paces and turn around
That quick, yo' whole ghost town is burnin down (woooof!)
What i spit, manipulates whole clicks
Make em conversate on how real niggaz ride my dick
It's like a serum, i just can't hear em
All them new niggaz poppin new shit, i never fear em
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Work and die
Yeah, yeah
[dr. dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
*repeat 3x*
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2. _ Rasta Imposter
Intro:
What you got to do with it? what the fuck you talkin about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? you stupid nigga? you stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? fuck wrong with you? like you don't,
You don't know what you go to do with it. like your fuckin insane or
Something. (you fuckin wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)
[verse one]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause i'm richer than y'all
When i load my desertees, i'm picturin y'all
On the streets of queens where i was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if i'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When i inject this lyrical drill, if i can't do it, the dumb-dumbs will
Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga
I send the wolves to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause i'm still that nigga
Michael jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? you on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, i got young niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a philly, wet'im and split'im
Chorus
L.l. don't lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or round up the crews nigga
But can-i-blast you out your shoes nigga
You know the rules nigga!
*repeat*
[verse two]
Queens shit, give me cream so i can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no i know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, i wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas
I'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? that shits supposed to be hot?
Y'all niggas on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up
And your tint's passed the limit
So they don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm l.l. and i did this to you
Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas ain't official thats why mom dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, i'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's long
Punk ass crab nigga, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name with that bullshit!
Why i diss you? you stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next don king
And tell your man i know he got some lyrics in the stash
But i'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So i can describe the picture with both hands
You must not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all niggas is mad bland
Chorus
[verse three]
I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all niggas fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still i must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? you can't do nothin to me
If i put a slug in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, i said "now!" she said "do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the dick
That really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message like pharaoh
Leave it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The king of hiphop is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, i'll rule forever, g
I'll be goin platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double l, capital c, double o
With the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the fuck wrong wit y'all niggas? you out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg lauryn to come back or something
Fuck wrong with you?
Chorus
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3. _ 4, 3, 2, 1 (e-dub Remix)
Huhhhhhh!
[erick sermon] def jam, no limits
[master p] no limit
[erick sermon] def squad
[redman] wu-tang, and beyond
[redman] aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[ll cool j] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon meth-tical come and get some
[method man]
Playin my position, hot nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
Finger itchin with two broke legs, now i'm trippin
On mc's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, g-o-d no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my punch buggy sunnin you
Got you shittin in your last huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect wu
[redman]
Aiyyo i put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin christian to a certified sinner
The bomb i release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up i was hittin your ex hoe
Shit i kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit i'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When i approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like i shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, i love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
[canibus]
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, i start to read your thoughts
If the signal was strong enough, and then i'll call your bluff
Like, "yo, how many rhymes you got?" i think i'll go on
For more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when i confront ya
Nigga, i call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
Get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
Anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? i'm already doin a hundred
When i'm blunted and i give it to any nigga that want it
[dmx]
Stay out the dark, cause if i catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or i'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
Than receive, believe what i say when i tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
So i can hit you up on front teeth, you think i'm sweet?
Want heat? one deep, leave him behind, front seat
[master p]
Got my mic on, it's time to get rowdy
Got homies from the n-o to the n-y, bout it bout it
I break bread with the ballers
Professional killers, and shot callers
I got game from the south to the west to the east
To the middle now remember me
A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something
Unnnnnnnnnnnngggghhh, now have a coke and a smile
The party don't stop but it get buckwild
Pass the hennessey and weed, just blaze one
See a shorty, let's play one
For the cookies you can't be a rookie
I'm a no limit soldier, that's why they book me
Master p rock bells, hell
But i gotta give it up to my homey ll
[redman] aiyyo, one [meth] two [red] three [meth] four
[red] five [meth] six [red] seven
Blaze the hot trizack
[method] shine like heaven
Seven [red] six [meth] five [red] four
[meth] three [red] two [meth] one
[redman] come on mr. smith, come get some!
[ll cool j]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
Tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords i swing the excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
With one thesis ("ll cool j is hard")
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
And try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with mike
Swingin at ken griffey or challengin roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur mc's
Don't you know i'm like the dream team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle i'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
And i'm daring every mc in the game
To play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
Ll cool j nigga, greatest of all time
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4. _ Doin' It Again (remix)
Intro: ll cool j
Uh he huh. remix that joint, word up!
We had to remix that joint, smooth it out
Uh he huh, yeah, no doubt, doin it, yeah
Yeah, uh uh doin it, woooo!
Feeling is strong, uh doin it
Yeah uh, yeah ??? ???
Verse 1:
Ll cool j: i'm in the mood for something wild and obscene
Leshaun: i hear dat, i'm gettin tired of the same ol' routine
Ll: i need some drama
Le: oh, here i come l
Ll: tattoos and dim lights
Le: black young niggette want you's to get it right
Ll: huh, that's all i need, we got two mouths to feed
Le: you talkin about some love
Ll: to the six indeed, so uhh
Lay back and let'cha daddy do it
Le: a real mack stay on track, he got the run
Ll: right through it
Chorus:
Le: doin it and doin it and doin it well (doin it)
Doin it and doin it and doin it well (doin it)
Doin it and doin it and doin it well (doin it)
Ll: i represent queens, she was raised out in brooklyn
*repeat*
Verse 2:
Ll: i slowed it down cos we was amplifore
Le: halfway
Ll: all the way
Le: now ya gettin
Ll: raw to the ----, sick wit it
Le: ain't to proud to beg, boy
Ll: that's why i had to hit it, uhh
I'm in the zone gettin bedrooms props
I'm talkin outside scenarios
Le: ac's
Ll: and parking lots
Le: word! you goin there, can-back seats and wild treats
Daddy do his thing mmm
Ll: it's part of my mystique (he huh huh)
Le: i'm havin visions on sunsets and waterfalls
Your hands are in the air, you're up against the wall
Ll: what you lookin for? point it out
Le: promise i'ma get it, send it to me
Ll: right away (?rule?) wanna hit it
Chorus
Verse 3:
Ll: i need that new benz, you in it, testin my limits
Laid back, cut, now i twist some lyrics
Le: sharin cream like it's love, i'm ready now
Ll: what you say when i put it on, you lovely girl
Le: oww! you can never hesitate to do your thang (true!)
Although you come from queens, i'ma treat you like a king
Ll: where you from?
Le: brooklyn
Ll: honey-coated, in front of genius
Le: gettin ------ in the 'lacs
Ll: tell me why you never wanna see your ex again?
Le: hey lover, you separate the boyz from the men
Ll: that's a fact!
Le: it's well known why you lick your lips
Ll: yeah, blowin bubbles in blup-blup-blup
You makin me wonder if doin it's everything it seems
Le: you make me shiver
Ll: standing up in ya straight and then i lean
Le: tell me here, i love it when ya way up in my mix
Ll: everything is butter in the 9-to-the-6
Chorus x 1/2
Outro: ll cool j
Uh ha ha, oh man, y'nuhmean
Big rochon, baby chris, leshaun
Rock on, ll season baby
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5. _ Say What
[chorus]
Most thugs front when they get the chance (say what?)
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (say what?)
Live thugs stack chedder, then they make plans (say what?)
I, cool j, ny2k
Rule milleniums with my compadres
They tounges sway with really nothing to say
They pack guns, but i stack funds
I'm second to none
My hot streak's just begun
You wanna bring beef? you got to serve it well-done
You ran the wrong way, now you livin' on the run
Not some, each one's a bum, every one
Coughed up a lung, became my son
Flames i brung, platinumn weighs a ton
Heavy on the chest, i pitty all the rest
I put 'em to the test
I spit it like i'm blessed
I testify
I have no need to lie
I buried many, still many wanna die
I zone out crazy, starin' don't faze me
Got ya whole strategy shook
It's too daisy
[chorus]
Clack, relaod, clack, reload
Got ya pictures sittin' in my lap
He explode
Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat
'cause once you cross over baby, ain't no comin' back
Beleive that
I flows when i hit that
Strive till i get that
Never mind a set-back
No time to wet that
A lyrical hi-jack, you don't wanna try that
Creep wit' my cd, don't let 'em know you buy that
One in the snips, one in the whip with the low jack
Call a 911 to get the ll back
Original bells, ll
Rocked them till they fell
Competition bailed
Looked like mince green when mic had 'em swelled
Wrote all them rhymes and never gonna sell
Meanwhile, i'm countin' prezzies in the the 'tel
And in the meanwhile, i throw my baby in chanelle
[chorus]
Unh, i'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
Unh, i'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
Layin' low to catch you on stage so i can run on
Matter fact, you not on my level, i throw my son on
Mission is complete, technique is unique
Defeat the rhyme weak and mine ya knee-deep
Rewind a rip beats and give jeeps the heat
Even if you walkin', wit' ya walkman in the street
Actin' gassed up, but you really on need
How you countin' your paper kid, without a ged?
Slow down, let me do my thing now, hold up
Maybe that's the reason you stressed, quick to roll up
Put the l down, picked the other ll up
Maybe we can straighten this out before it's toe-up
Watch me closely, boom! i'm a blow-up
And spend the whole rest of my life stackin' dough up
[chorus]
Whoo, vinnie biggs, you hot with this one, dawg
Roundtree
Rock the bells
Unh, brian daughtery
Unh, all my peeps, my peeps, my peeps across the land
Know what i mean? we gonna keep gettin' paper
This is real
This is real, right here
Rock the bells
It's deeper than the deepest blue sea, dawg
Know what i'm sayin'?
I'm feelin' it like you feelin' it
Ha ha, word up
I'm lovin' it like you lovin' it baby
Rewind it, it's short
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6. _ Shut 'em Down
[1st verse]
I can shut a nigga down so quick my sounds so sick
My talents spread around while i'm holdin my dick
My dingling shit flip emaculate
Evolutionary flows y'all want more dough
Make wit the best get the best all the rest hit 'em less
Rip a nigga from the east to the west
Just a lyrical maze lyrical days
God works in mysterious ways
I'm the warlord of war relieve the raw dog
Niggas ain't even comin close to my low score
Niggas fleein when i'm rippin on the hard core beat
That's slammin through your jeep like a 44 mack to your back
Nigga l never got rip by a track
I don't fuck around, always come back
For the lyrical miracle day one platinum plaque right off the back
Looked at every nigga wit the mic on my arm
A time-bomb blowin up ring the alarm
Cool double o flow well to the ll
I'm leave the world looking hard as hell
[chorus]8x
I shut 'em down
(get off me!!, you can't hold me!!)
[2nd verse]
To the next plateau niggas bet my flow
Betta bet i role wit more control
Gotta bring the heat that eliminate who can't compete
Spit razors to rip the beat
Relentless endless friendless when it comes to the lyrical mack
Now off my back stack 'em drag 'em now feds waggin
Hear you fassen place on the blood of my veins without passion
Mashin take a little time to think the rhyme out
How to find out
Bump and grind out
Pump the lines out
I'ma show what the microphone is all about without doubt
C to the double o bounce in the bubble eye limo
No i ain't checkin for you bull shit demo
Everytime you hear me in a battle i'm lethal
Nigga too sweet 'n low you aint equal
[chorus]
I shut 'em down (16x)
(after the 8th time)get off me!!, you can't hold me!!)
[3rd verse]
I can take you to the level if i let my phantom
Nigga bout to rule the world wit one anthem
Kidnapped rap for a handsome ransom
Smoke a little branson on the side of the mansion
Keep it thugged out even when a nigga dancing
Branson make that trans and keep it dancing
I'ma murder every nigga in the game
Can't stand the rain
Fuck a maintain
Gotta leave the world in flames
Nigga wanna live life stay out of my lanes
Tryin to read my name
Here's a murderous combo wit you on your pain
Sideways stimulator bringin the flames
Niggas wanna feel me spit the whole clips
Sing along it will split your lip
45 wit an name on the grip
Niggas said you wanna batlle
Nigga now talk shit
[chorus]
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7. _ Deepest Bluest (shark's Fin)
uh, my head is like a shark's fin
Chorus:
(we're in) deepest, bluest, my head is like a shark's fin,
(the deep) deepest, bluest, my head is like a shark's fin,
(blue sea) deepest, bluest, my head is like a shark's fin,
(ah, ah) deepest, bluest, my head is like a shark's fin,
Man-made terror
Hungry jaws of death
Y'all don't cross my depths
I'll pause your breaths
I cause you to sink down forty thousand leagues
Bleeding to death with no arms in short sleeves
My world's deep blue
Killers gotta eat too
Looking for human flesh to rip my teeth through
Other fish in the sea but barracudas ain't equal
To a half human predator created by a needle
Jet black eyes baby they stare while you sleep
When your titanic sink i'm the one you gon' meet
Hearing terrified screams they surround my team
All you see is trails of blood
Even god won't intervene
Nightmares of darkness
My appetite is heartless
Even if we related, you eliminated regardless
In the deep blue, underwater wars
Half man, half shark
My jaws don't pause
Chorus x2
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Killers sworn to beast
Swallowed them in flames
Switch my dna
Flip me into cool j
I can't fight the feelin'
I'm born to kill prey
To survive an attack
There's only one way
Battle to the death
That's how sharks play
Weapons left behind
We dueling with the mind
You blind, crippled, or crazy
You're real easy to find
Struggling to float
With heomorhages in your throat
Getting the lap dance
While i smash through your boat
Eat your whole fam'
Nothing left but da right hand
Clinging to a rail
Escape attempts fail
You'll never make it home
Tear the flesh off your bone
Walking in undercurrents is a dangerous zone
I'm talking death out a moment's notice
You wasn't focused
Me and my crew strike
Like some underwater locust
Chorus x2
Uh, uh take it deeper
Uh, uh take it deeper
Uh, uh take it deeper
Uh, uh take it deeper
These waters are waist level
The hallway's flooded
Lost your scuba gear
The killer's cold-blooded
His name's ll
You don't really want it
I ate your ancestors
The ocean is haunted
I'm closing in cause i'm supposed to win
How the cold steel feel when it froze your chin
Should of stayed on dry land
Stroke while you can
Cause now you under pressure in the land of the damned
Abandoned pirate ships
Eels and sod scum
Fish that glow in the dark
The titanic's hub
Underwater storms
You're blood is so warm
You're life vest is off
And that turns me on
Killer for centuries
The gotti of the deep
In the next millennium
I'm still gonna creep
Sand under my belly, ocean over my head
Through the light in the shadows
You become the living dead
Chorus x2
Yeah, dbs
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8. _ The Ripper Strikes Back
We just gon have some fun with hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats
Oh yeah this is the total banger too
Word up, total banger baby
Hip-hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of march, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means l just entered
Duck taped your little bitch ass for frontin
You poor little crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, i don't touch them zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, i wrote the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a decade and a half
Now i'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga i'm rich
Cause i learned, to seperated the money from the bitch
Don't hate me cause i'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about farrakhan, nigga you got to call jesse jackson
For some affirmative action
Chorus: repeat 4x
Can-i-bus ! yes you can!
Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the bob marley imposters
Ask canibus, he ain't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep down
Next time, save that shit for the lyricist's lounge
Or a house party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, i beat your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's stolen
Steady rollin in a world that i'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for kings who get off!
Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the lord
Talkin bout my first and second and third born
Now i got a fourth, canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, i'm like a pimp
Who thought he had to retire but found a new canibus to hire
You're hardcore, innocence like heather hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in todd we trust
Chorus
Now break it down for me !
See i, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, m,c's
In hip-hop, word up, no bullshit
Oh i ain't done yet
You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass track
Where you at? smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on clef's dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my size is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for jack the rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
His lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, yeah i said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, where you headed
Muthafucka, where's a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that same bullshit at house of blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
That's you, yeah nigga i'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, who's the real rap don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops bombs ?
Who's got solid gold grammy's that say todd
While you dropped verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better battle number two
Cause number one, got his title locked down son
The king of all rappers that ever graced the stage
Or the mic, best that ever did it i'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his lungs until i rip it
Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin
You see that nigga son? (damn l, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves transform
Your thought process, when my pen gets erect
Warning, all mc's better retreat
Look at corny-bus, he can't walk down his own street
Better run and get the fugees
Cause i eat, eat, eat, mc's
Devour they titles, cause i'm an idol slash icon
And tell wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on
Sold ya nigga, thought i told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one more time son)
Sold ya nigga, thought i told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga
Chorus
" now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah "
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