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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'
on Betamax with SMPTE on the screen
Even Hype Williams 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 keeps me rich rap

'Cause when I'm at the bar, I came in with a furnace
Called you long distance, I was bonin' service
Chicks nervous when I take 'em to eat
'Cause I'm out the when they bring the receipt

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

So I got a fee while you smoke a bone or two
She like me, I'm here to stay like stretch marks
Horny, blow me in the key of f
She's mad at the Zone because he's on shit

But totally, completely on his dick
Hell yeah, baby, Zone Mission V
I return, you how we do
We don't do no

Yo, what I think of that kid's
Yo, I thought that shit was
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 off my chest right now
I you to pay very careful attention
To what I'm say

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

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

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

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

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

Still doin' shows but up gettin' kicked out
Feminists are mad 'cause I called this dumb out
Still hate rubbers 'cause I bone and feel
2000 somethin' suckers frontin', frontin', frontin'

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

I got a little message for all them cats out
90000 dollars a year
Still download my shit off the net
Instead of the CD, you cheap bastards
Fuck y'all,

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

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