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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 moved on.."

Danze]
Since it's a new year, I got a brand new attitude
and a brand new way to at a dude (SALUTE!)
You the staff, that mastered the fine art
of the nines 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 bitch try to throw a pick, still spot it
(Glory and ??) Foxxx, I'm a
I raise with a .25, to show you I'm live
- I put my hand on the good book, and overlook
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 nigga that rhymes
on some rap ??, fill and bust the gat quick, fuck shit
I'm the you love to hate, the thug that wait
fo' yo' ass in the bushes with the
First I call yo' name,
Then I +LIFT+ yo' ass and have a whistlin
You can shit's sweet cause I rap
I still a nigga head like 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, doin this
the days of B-D-K, and TJ Swan
Nigga you choose, when I do 'em boom so and bruise
and confuse 'em, a minute did I lose 'em?
I'ma put it baby, fuck these kids
I will 'em and ask 'em who the fuck 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, I have moved on.."

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

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

"We real niggaz to bring it back..
so this is what it down to huh?"
"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.."
"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, I have moved on.."
"We need real to bring it back..