Lyrics:
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
'cause you can instigate a follow (shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters (ay)
'cause you can instigate a follow (shit)
Look at all these slave masters posin' on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters (ay)
down, hold me down (*echoes*)..
Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so i put it
a opp we hop on feet
I'm surrounded by steppas my Yungeen stay clutching metal
If I say get em they gone shoot Yo ass for free
My Yungeens play for
Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it
Redman, method man, lady luck, def jam
Erick and Parrish millennium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down
Yo
open, boys stay woke, cause there's a reason Midwest never broke
They'll take you for all that you own, trust me I should know
Learned it from my bros,
of Milli-Vanilli
motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf
Got 'em all under pressure
[Chorus]X2
[Tech N9ne]
Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey
gone by the morning
Bitch I been steady performing
All of this pape can't ignore it
Jump in the house like I'm Jordan
I can not fucking relax
Up in yo
Lemme see yo hands like a robbery
Keep em there, yeah, in the air, if you rock with me
I tried to tell em
Guess y'all ain't hearing me
Track for track
hang em all by ropes
Never put trust in yo players They always do the most
Get this paper by slice but we headed straight for the loaf yeah
Verse 2:
Mindin' yo' business, they grabbed you by yo' collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye 'cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might
I stand by my game every damn day, none of you haters can say that you the same, no
Say what the fuck you gone say
Yo, hating ass nigga, what you
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
The wisdom we apply Son soak this shit up
If
me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
Because when I pull it most niggers run
Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet
That's right, on the seventh
That's right, on the seventh
Seven, seven, seven
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hardcore hustling
I'm wrestling with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seeking what will transmit
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no
so stay back
I stay around the white like I’m Pat Sajak
(Okay) plus I had my A-game up since 8 track
I’m Diddy with the flow, "Take that
Take that" my
Mindin' yo' business, they grabbed you by yo' collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye 'cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might
No estoy esposado a otro yo
No puedo esposar a otro yo
No puedo esposar a otro yo
No puedo esposar a otro yo
Booty call
VVS diamonds
Surround by
yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
that glitters ain't gold
It ain't gold
No matter how much they hold never fold yo soul
Your soul
Trying to stay warm-hearted in a world so cold
Got
to righteousness
I strive to stay alive and live this
Many fell victim to the wisdom
I mastered sex the track ovulates
The mic like prostate gland impregnates
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