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

Danze]
Since it's a brand new year, I got a new attitude
and a brand new way to come at a (SALUTE!)
You remember the staff, mastered the fine 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 bitch try to throw a pick, I'll still spot it
(Glory and ??) Foxxx, I'm a
I raise hell a .25, to show you I'm live
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 emotional man
I told you Danze, was out of control
?? ?? ?? ?? ?? - the masta!

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

[Lil'
C'mon! When the last time you seen a that blast rhymes
on some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, fuck shit
I'm the nigga you love to hate, the thug that
fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the
First I yo' name, whisperin
Then I +LIFT+ yo' ass and have a whistlin
You can think shit's sweet I rap
I still split a nigga head a canteloupe
(BITCH!) and I'm
cause I master the shit, the shit
A true hip-hop nigga, the of the shit
Lil' Fame, B-K born, been this
the days of B-D-K, and TJ Swan
Nigga you choose, when I do 'em boom so and bruise
and confuse 'em, wait a minute did I 'em?
put it down baby, fuck these 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 what I be tomorrow.."
"I mean, shit is way out of control"
".. so you do yourself, an injustice, to me
by yesterday, when I moved on.."

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

[F] Who keep the shit bangin in ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who take a block and swangin with ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Who mic ready, send it to ya?
[M] The masta!
[F] Knuckle game tight, black and ya
[M] The masta!

"We real 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, when I moved on.."
"We need real to bring it back..
so is what it comes down 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, when I have on.."
"We need niggaz to bring it back..