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This nigga take it back Blacksploitation flicks
And Afros where niggas trying to catch 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 that extra
(When up on the mic)

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

We come though spreading
While ya weak lyrics spread negative
We true forms of music
Sketches of increase

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

Hey, man, got a question for you
Can you me?
(Speaking on you MC's)
Ya saying not
(That's I cut ya hands off)
to set the story straight
(Brothers for their fate)

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

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

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

I formulate rhymes to educate all who's killing
be the only way to express how I'm feeling
Ya conniving like Clinton, with more nerve than, Judge
You'd be a ass looking 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, y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos or 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 that half of us brothers have split
(Yo, a damn shame)
You know I'm kicking true to the

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

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

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

So I'm bringing
(Something that was lost)
'Cuz you know we just forget
About them peeps strictly conscious, the 8-0

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