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you 

who I am, strapped with E-Double my man 

Back in Business once again, plus we backed by Def Jam 



This is the funk (huh) comin out
to the beat 'cause the beat is bad 
The beat pro and the bass gets much impact 
The beats rock and just because the beat kicks bass 
We're gonna bounce this
day and all night
Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad]
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
day and all night
Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem
in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad]
Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs
arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My
past the bouncer with the stun gun
I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run one
Cause who's bad? not Michael Jackson when I asked him
I
Little boys and girls, they all love me 
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E 
And let me tell ya a story or two 
About a punk-ass nigga I knew 
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me 
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E 
And let me tell ya a story or two 
About a punk-ass nigga I knew 
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me 
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E 
And let me tell ya a story or two 
About a punk-ass nigga I knew 
Named
on a brand new day, saw what he saw, property owners who crawl to the mall, with a bad toupee and a face like he author the law, pace like he mourning a loss,
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's

Who in?  Can't tell, too much tint
But why the radio so loud?
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen

[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
The Squad go to war like General Custard
I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard 
And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards

[Erick
the pro as I perform and rock the show
Do with ease what others find impossible
'Cause I'm so damn fly, so just stand by
In a fight I beat rappers by
mo' time! N, E, dash L-L-Y
If you didn't like me then, gon' hate me now
Me and Murph' fogged out in the buggy I
With the, suction doors, two bad
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
and get some real killers who won't let you walk on by
Or that drama slide
Man get ostracized
Daughter cries 'cause her father dies before her eyes
Watch
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
I'll sleep when I'm dead
Who's on the beat upon the feature with Ed, it's D-E-V to the Z
Overtired, pale-faced like Michael Myers
Bags underneath my
kicks the mad shit, I come to show the flow
You're fuckin with a pro but yo I guess by now ya know, so

Chorus

Well now I got you niggas stumblin, I see
come to no harm
By the way in the light we rest
While the evil is plinged in the darkside of the mooncrest
A.K.H.E.N.A.T.O.N. is a pro and
Elaborates
never had
'cause times is bad like luck
That's why I don't give a fuck
I dig up my nose and my butt
on the bus or the train
This is for niggas walkin
tryin' to be neighbors with pro ballplayers I'm talkin' papers 
Or keep it realer and see me on a Iron Caterpillar 
On point like a killer plus ready
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,