[Intro - it was before, as usual Somethin different, the boy never sounds the
1] Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with I'm the man, all the wanna dis Crushin, killin, never stealin But I'm hell when it to rhyme dealin Death to competitors, long Mix-A-Lot You understand motherfucker hard rock Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the up But my gat close range, his wallet, kick him in his cup Drop the games, cause they ain't necessary You can be a rated, boy you ain't legendary Sue it far in the Caddy, chillin To your girlies hero, to you suckers I'ma villian done, get me mad I might try Can't find a rhyme, if you do you better buy it Serious and callous could be deadly to am I sayin? (your gonna get yours)
[Chorus - F the BS .. F the BS .. F the BS ..
2] Memories of bein broke, keep me on the war Hittin like a wreckin ball, Lord it's a punk blast Swayed, raid in effect, my with it Put a fifty on the floor, like a punk you get it Neck snap, head crack, put you on a meat I ain't playin you boy, you know I mean that Physical all meant to intimidate All niggaz note, don't imitate Rippin is the cut, freaks for my T-I-P Tryna get an autograph M-I-X-A-L-O-T Down for the title match and you what I'm talkin about Muscle bound, full of things, a sucker's lights out Bring it to my level, boy you better start she's grindin, I'm hardcore rhymin Lyric to your gut and all lines just buckle When you it to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles Walk into the party like a mob, wearin jet "Swass" skin in effect, coon hat Walk by sucker punk, look like eat He mumbled somethin, so my walked backwards Catch 'em on the corner stone and hit 'em the gat chrome Let 'em my posse's gettin bigger, when were back home A big maulin, you my beat is def You who you are, F the BS
Yeah boy, they rappin five Cuttin, you who it is Comin back at ya, ain't put your name on wax I really don't make you famous sucker
F the BS F the BS F the BS
3] Reconnect my dialect with modified Heavy snaps, lookin for a bargain Tumble when the pressure's on, walkin a movie clips Slow mo, pants low, layin off my hip Big shoes, loose, a rap warrior beat boy, leavin crowds in euphoria Transform, fast, nice slice, what a blast like the speed of light, so quick I shatter plexiglass (*beat changes*) the beat and c'mon girlies get with it You like my tuning cabilities, it It's the man with the attitude Big rope, rusty knuckles, ain't afraid of you Raise an eyebrow, try to out how made the drums go (POW POW) Understand the undercover game plan Mix-A-Lot soon to be (TOP MAN) Yes sirry and put my on a convoy Mix-A-Lot on the stage (ROUGH BOY) Yes so rough boy, creepin up the Mix-A-Lot 'em up for the (BIG FIGHT)
(*solo of the new beat*)
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(*scratched*) Raised, in LA
3] Dynamo, good to go, rough on your I'm like a cannibal, got you "Rambo" Don't like riff-raff you in the left calf I ain't a joke and no coke, buddy don't I'm serious, my is to overthrow The rap government from Crenshaw to It's like a bug tickin in my mind It's me "buddy, it's time"
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[Outro - (*scratching continues*) Look here sucker, this is my I'm about to throw and take over the rap land You what I'm sayin? different, somethin new Ain't of that same old stuff you hear on your stereo You I'm sayin, you know who I am me out F the BS, Yeah, F the BS