Lyrics:
racist
Hating rappers on no name basis
Left behind, like Chi town scorched earth
Building vitriol that's got girth
What comes out your mouth makes me mad
allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
this biz are a bunch of vultures
I'm a bull
But I define gravity, you don't want to get sad with me
What a travesty
Your majesties a fake
To laugh with
Ok
Hey yo, it's us versus them
Jambo
Bumia
Yeah
Vi ste gore
Mi smo dole
Yes, yes
Beeyoudee
Revolution music
So heyos
Vamonos
Listen
Are you ready
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one
People still takin'
he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People still
records play
On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz
And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs
You'll find out only if she
might go to hell cuz I'm down with Esham
Gotta rhyme for your Uncle Willy
Then I hit him in the head with a Billy
Willy, Willy, watch your mouth
And fuck
Get a mouth shot, for openin your mouth to say
Feel my heat in the night - it leaves you without the day
What I write is a passage for niggas
and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I
Nigga's ready to ignite shit with both hands
So focused on the fight that I got now
Fuck all the prelims
Don't give up on the fight be relentless
The police
on the toe (whoa)
Any jeans they Balmain, they costin' more than your car note (note)
Burnt the bridge with the plug, but I still made it right back
still handled my biz
Elbow strike to the temple fuck with your mental
Eye gouge so its hard to find out where I went to
Groin kick so there's no next
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
teach
Keep ya mouth closed
By all means
I'm not saying that you shouldn't speak up
Boy handle your biz
Better come with the pack if you with us
Only smoke
(Yeah, what was that?) Ayo
That bitch belch like a stinking hog
There's some like, two flies came out your mouth with no wings
Stinking bitch
Fuck off,
need
I need money, I don’t need no stress
Got your girl on my music, she wet
Drip
Splash
So much money I’d open a bank
That’s the plan my vision is
Music videos, promotion and all that shit
I put more work into this album than probably any other project in my life
So, shout out to all the people that
Y'all keep my name out your mouth
Because you know I'll hear
That's why I'm the most understated rapper of the year
You got your album drops
You're
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
patrollin the strip
Two Lz, man, take em
Man stepped on the farm with wellies
No fire, just water, beggin' machetes
You say the life chose you
But your marj
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