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

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

We come spreading light
While ya weak lyrics spread hype
We kicking true forms of
of sound increase

Niggas try to stop the
(You we on course)
that they have the source
(When ya catch 'em, '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)
to set the story straight
(Brothers for their fate)

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

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

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

I formulate rhymes to educate all those killing
Music be the way to express how I'm feeling
Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge
be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty

But on that subject on talking ya wack 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 niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have
(Yo, it's a shame)
You know I'm kicking to the game

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

Now, on that
(What you about, cat?)
Talking 'bout ya MC's
We drop a piece
(We it, we keep it)
We it real
Not like fake gangsta G's

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

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

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