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"I am not now, I was yesterday..
and I am not now I shall be tomorrow.."
"I mean, this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
by yesterday, when I have on.."

[Billy
Since it's a brand new year, I got a brand new
and a new way to come at a dude (SALUTE!)
You remember the staff, that mastered the art
of lettin the bark on the ave (NOWWWW)
If you don't know me then act like you do
And if you plan to blow me, you not act like you want to
(Criminal instincts!) I got it
If a thick try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it
(Glory and ??) Foxxx, I'm a
I raise hell with a .25, to show you I'm
Cousin - I put my hand on the good book, and
the deepest crew, and split a motherfuckin
(It's the "Murder He Wrote") I to the plan,
I'm close to my fam - and I'm a very man
I told you that Danze, was out of
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? - the masta!

"People! People!"
"I am not now, I was yesterday..
and I am not now what I be tomorrow.."
"This is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
by yesterday, I have moved on.."

Fame]
C'mon! When the last time you a nigga that blast rhymes
on some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, that shit
I'm the nigga you to hate, the thug that wait
fo' yo' ass in the with the AK-e
First I yo' name, whisperin
Then I +LIFT+ yo' ass and have a whistlin
You can think shit's sweet I rap
I still a nigga head like a canteloupe
(BITCH!) and I'm
cause I master the shit, plaster the
A hip-hop nigga, the last of the shit
Lil' Fame, B-K born, been this
since the days of B-D-K, and TJ
you choose, when I do 'em boom so bash and bruise
and confuse 'em, wait a minute did I lose
I'ma put it down baby, fuck kids
I will splash 'em and ask 'em who the I is?
The masta!

"People! People!"
"I am not now, I was yesterday..
and I am not now I shall be tomorrow.."
"I mean, shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
by yesterday, when I have on.."

Foxxx]
right..
My is colder than icicles in Poland
Niggaz hate to see Bumpy get mad, what I be holdin
Try to shit on me I won't hesitate, blow out colon
Never registered a gun I had, I like them hot and stolen
And I don't leave no spares like I was
Strike a nigga chest, right in the pocket like - Nolan
And run you down, stomp yo' ass, and leave you swollen
Pick up your cash, take all your burners and it rollin
Triple X raised, Bumpy, I be John
That venom that I've been spittin from, back in the days
Smashin MC's, the ways, you want it?
Blowin up in bunches like, rap bouquets
I'm such a real I take it to +Blaze+
and tell 'em make it "51 Greatest of All Time"
or I up the page
I'm still the nicest nigga, my age
Hand to I whup yo' motherfuckin ass, live on stage
I claim to be, somethin I'm not
I'm a thug, and I die it, like it or not
All the real wild with me, feel my rhyme
Now who baldhead in ninety-nine?

[F] Who keep the real shit in ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who take a block and start swangin ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who still mic ready, it to ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] game tight, black and blue ya
[M] The masta!

"We need niggaz to bring it back..
so this is what it comes to huh?"
"I am not now, I was yesterday..
and I am not now I shall be tomorrow.."
"I mean, shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
by yesterday, I have moved on.."
"We need niggaz to bring it back..
so this is what it comes to huh?"
"I am not now, I was yesterday..
and I am not now I shall be tomorrow.."

"I mean, this is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
by yesterday, I have moved on.."
"We need real to bring it back..