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This nigga take it back like Blacksploitation
And Afros where niggas trying to this shit
I was, uhh, years ago
If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like
If you didn't know, need that extra push
(When up on the mic)

We're rushing through raw delight
We're dropping that while y'all niggas bite
Speaking ya copycats
(Ya copycats)
Ya weak beats and ya raps
(Ya raps)

We though spreading light
While ya weak lyrics negative hype
We true forms of music
Sketches of increase

Niggas try to stop the
(You we on course)
that they have the source
(When ya 'em, show 'em no remorse)

Hey, man, I've got a for you
Can you me?
(Speaking on you MC's)
Ya saying not
(That's 'cuz I cut ya off)
Time to set the story
(Brothers looking for fate)

You was that nerd fake cat who went to
At Lamda trying not to recite the rhymes
(So you the poems)
I slap lip
(So you talk like Sly Stallone)

Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock left tooth
Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and deaf mute
Step two times to the left, throw up ya
'em towards those wack MC's please as I reminisce

You might have more dollars you have common sense
The LP's stand like Hercules
take that fake cat, break back and make black
People the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track

I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's
Music be the only way to express how I'm
Ya conniving Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge Judy
You'd be a good ass looking because ya rhymes sound booty

But on that subject on talking 'bout ya MC's
Ya comin' counterfeit
(Phony)
But back in the days, y'all wasn't no killas, or gangsta G's
Y'all up on other shit
(Talkin' ya shooting off clips)

Yo, we for the mothership
But most of y'all is the reason that half of us brothers have split
(Yo, it's a shame)
You I'm kicking true to the game

You know I am to it real
my nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills
I'm your
(Replacement)
Madlib up in the
(Madlib up in the basement)

Now, on subject
(What you about, cat?)
Talking 'bout ya wack
We a sound piece
(We it, we keep it)
We keep it
Not them fake gangsta G's

I rock the mic and
(While light)
I'm peaking, you keep like Kryptonite
Yo, I'm tired of
(Absence of the Above)
Niggas up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up

So I'm bringing
(Something that was lost)
'Cuz you know we can't just
About peeps who's strictly conscious, the 8-0

5 niggas got soul Kato
When you swing I'll blows, rock roll the cradle
So, ay yo, on beats I'm the Tazmanian Tornado
Wild Child live the 5 that be 8-0