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I've got that mountain music in me
But not since I was born
I learned about it yesterday
From a CD-ROM

I've got that mountain music in me
I'll
Through CD-ROM, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm 
Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm 
Double lead arm supreme head some fled from
This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom
? of Islam, keeps me calm
From doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam
Through CD-ROM
data
Peepin Vietnam through Vader, futuristic butcher CD-ROM cremator
Your - spine cracks in 3-D like Imax
You won't be Superman no more feel the pain
through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time i get my spit on, no doubt, i spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track
data
Peepin Vietnam through Vader, futuristic butcher CD-ROM cremator
Your - spine cracks in 3-D like Imax
You won't be Superman no more feel the pain
Yo, you know what we got to do, man, we need to get a whole cd
Get a collection of all the music and everything we've ever done

Bringing back sweet
you can hold me back b**** I been restarted
And I got respect regardless if I don't hit the red carpet (how you love that?)
And finna make em catch
So from CD to TV to movies back to rhymin'
My lifestats makes Jordan's six rings look common
Ya'll hate, I retaliate, just by being great
Big Will
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for
to hype the show
With the uh ah (haha) Oh my god the real came back
Two of the most incredible ever on the same track

[Ryu]
Code red operation
That we're
by a bad ass bitch? (Yeah that's me) Hm?

Now Super Socka with Gin and Seagrams and sweet and sour
Sippin, suckin on my sausage gave the stripper some
wrist, look like a package of piss 
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray 
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day 
They could put it on my wrist,
and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove