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Madlib the strings up
My knuckleheads, put them things the beams up
You won't need your this time around
I fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds
In a big ass of the bitch-ass niggas
Who wan' hate, they don't get cash with us
But they really on Jay and Mad
If you want the truth then that's it
Them sick cause I they chick this magic stick
We all act, can we get them back
I it simple as well as complicated
Jaylib for service, compensate us
I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest
Caked rockin
P.I., D.I. and L.I.B
Better what the hell I bring, it's fire

Yo, wait, now let me on these journalists
the ones who need to learn and listen
Before criticize verses that burns kitchens
Live from the land of and Pistons
You me~?! Beats and rhymes so dirty
Play it too loud and feel a burn where you pissin
Up, my nigga turn the strings up
The ultimate link-up, to cha-ching up
Jaylib don't forget the name
How you want it, four-fifth or Range
see the Dilla lay with the fifth
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay with them whips
And who said producers ain't to rap
They don't want the to bang well close your traps
not run them jibs or fibs no more
We pullin plugs so haters ("can't no more")