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

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

We come though spreading
While ya lyrics spread negative hype
We kicking true forms of
Sketches of increase

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

Hey, man, got a question 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 for their fate)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I'm bringing
(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 block blows, rock roll the cradle
So, ay yo, on beats I'm like the Tazmanian
Child live from the 5 that be 8-0