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

We're rushing with 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 come though spreading
While ya weak lyrics spread negative
We kicking true of music
Sketches of sound

Niggas try to stop the
(You we on course)
Thinking that they 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 I cut ya hands 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 sideways Sly Stallone)

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

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

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

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

Yo, we waiting for the
But most of y'all niggas is the reason that half of us brothers have
(Yo, a damn shame)
You know I'm kicking to the game

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

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

I rock the mic and
(While light)
I'm peaking, you keep weakening like
Yo, what I'm of
(Absence of the Above)
Niggas riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've 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 like the Tazmanian
Wild Child from the 5 that be 8-0