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Here comes the
Up the Ave. in his pimp Caddy
at him, backpackers wave
While I bump that Trick

Funkmaster Flex to get a playback
Fuck CD's, next year, I'm doin'
Video on Betamax with on the screen
Hype Williams can't pimp me off the scene

Rap is a slave trade, so I got the Old
The only with the phone and fax on the same line
I ain't no CEO, a gift for rap
My cheapskate behavior me rich from rap

'Cause when I'm trickin' at the bar, I in with a furnace
Called you long distance, I was bonin' cell
Chicks hella when I take 'em to eat
'Cause I'm out the door when they the receipt

You date me, you dishes for a week, I ain't bullshittin'
Even when I beat-make the bein' cheapskate
Hittin' up the dollar bill, all about the Washington's
runnin' up to freestyle? My phone bill is overdue

So I got a fee style while you a bone or two
She don't like me, I'm here to stay stretch marks
Horny, blow me in the key of f
mad at the Zone because he's on that shit

But she's totally, completely on his
Hell yeah, baby, Zone Mission V
I return, you how we do
We do no hooks

Yo, what I of that kid's record?
Yo, I thought that was bullshit
You know I'm sayin'?
I'm bein' straight up honest, I lyin'

I ain't got no time to with y'all
But I gotta get somethin' off my chest now
I want you to pay very attention
To I'm gonna say

Internet blow me, askin' for a beat tape
Cough it up, you don't me
You went in a chat room
Write, click and
I hope hard drive crashes
If this shit offend

But I been since '81, nobody cares
Talkin' 'bout belt nobody wears
Try to save hip-hop, what are you
I just play my part 'cause ain't a damn changed

Still my herbs get the dime pieces, cats beat it
Zone's still zonin' while these fools get
Still cradle-robbin', lookin' for your daughter
Step to and lose quarters 'cause my game is out of order

I be like, yo baby, yo baby, 10 years behind
So I still do the runnin' man to keep up the times
Still playin' Duck Hunt, [unverified] the temptation
To spray my ex with water filled up with bleach, ho

Still can't pop-lock, still can't graffiti
Like still ain't shit [unverified]
I still hate choruses, I through hooks
Still Lucy Liu workin' off the books

doin' shows but wind up gettin' kicked out
Feminists are mad 'cause I called this dumb out
Still hate rubbers I bone and feel nothin'
somethin' suckers still frontin', frontin', frontin'

Keep on
'Cause you're the only man around who's sayin' anythin'
I'd not vote at all than vote for this crook
Hey, you know I am votin' for that nigga
You damn right, damn right, right

I got a message for all them cats out there
Makin' dollars a year
wanna download my shit off the net
Instead of the CD, you cheap bastards
Fuck y'all,

To all the people that come to my
Who turn the sound off
'Cause got mad about a little joke
(Fuck y'all)

And everybody else out there a waste of sperm
Your father shoulda out early
y'all
I hope you die and go to hell, you lousy son of a