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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
we smooshed
Smashed, pushed to the limit! Smash and turned it timid!
Hell everyone was suffering, the house was feeling wicked hell
The cat got sold,
the rhyme sayer again
Put in the CD and then, you can't believe me again
Turn up the volume and then, we blowing by you again
You start to listen and then,
"Renegade" by Em and Jay
Symmetrical braids, incredible edible legs
Just to track her down I went on a ghetto crusade
Serenade this angel like Cyrano de
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
and listen, but please don't stare

So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh
and listen, but please don't stare

So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh
to my CD
You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me
Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP
But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject
I'll even give
in his car
And he thinks track 4 and 6 are contenders
Put the play lists are so tight
That we gotta do it right
But he's getting a good feeling
So
Yeah
To all my fans
The people, who don't know..
What I been goin through
To make my, own..

Now it's time to hurt your feelings as I upsets
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
the sax 
Me, myself I love to max 
Up in the studio laying tracks 
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax 
And now I'm feeling fine 
Coz daily music's on my
myself I love to max
Up in the studio laying tracks
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax
And now I'm feeling fine
Coz daily music's on my mind
And I feel mellow
the sax 
Me, myself I love to max 
Up in the studio laying tracks 
Burn it on the CD, melt the wax 
And now I'm feeling fine 
Coz daily music's on my
caring
They just use me to watch the baby when they run they errands
My name is ___ I got a friend named Karen
She gave me your CD with the track for
you're doing your thing, you got me feeling insane
The way you're plaing your game, and girl I got no shame

I like Chicanas, there's something about
to splurge it, my nigga, I won't be nervous.
 
[Chorus x2]

[M-Child]

Satisfaction is guaranteed, if you pick up my CD,
Beat you and the thug, produced by
heart you know that you're feeling me
My crew be killing these crowds on the regular
My CDs ringing up loud at the register
Considered to be well
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
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo Wheezy let's get
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo Wheezy let's get