Lyrics:
(featuring Rhymefest)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Two steps from the border line
Anything closer will kiss the nine
Think I'm out the game? You out
soon, your biggest fan, Rhyme-fest
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Why do you build me up (build me up) buttercup
Baby just to let me down (just
("Oh someday, no I ain't wastin' no more time")
[Rhymefest]
South-side step up, and get you a slice
East-side step up, and get you a slice
[Rhymefest]
{"And everything's gonna work out fine"}
I don't know man {"Ohhh Lord"} not the way things is lookin
Look, let me tell y'all
Yeah, from Chi-town to France
Yeah, we gonna do it, uh, Rhymefest and Air
How you feel there?
Rhymefest breathe this to 'em like fresh air
my (brand new) whip
With my (brand new) bitch, pumpin' my (brand new) shit
You don't like it - get off my (brand new) dick
[Hook: Rhymefest]
Yo wait -
I think I'm ready to do some type of report
Probably what she really want, lookin' all lovely (Mark Ron)
What they don't know (Rhymefest) it's
[scratched: "Dy-no-might!"]
Just Blaaaaze!
[Rhymefest]
Wait hold the phone, muh'fucker pass the mic
Spread the word like Pastor Ike, this
that's so hard to bare
You give me fever
[Rhymefest]
Uhh, here go that arrogant, stuffy head, cold leave you achin
From asses ah-shakin all night
[Rhymefest]
Mr. Blue Collar, yeah... you know what?
It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from
The streets of Chicago, Southside
get down)
(D-down d-down down) He need to get doww-OWWW-owwwn
[Rhymefest]
Yeah, I aim to spit, and maim your clique
I bang your bitch, bitch I'm
[Rhymefest]
Yeah, this song right here
Is about a lot of different - people, women I know
Family members, things we go through, why'know?
slay you
Me and rap go together like
Kate Moss and glass tables
"Talk about Rhymefest"
Talk about Rhymefest? That's kinda easy
For starters, he rhymes
Yo, this is a
A Mark Ronson and Kanye West joint
And I'm the Cons- to the -quence
With my man, Rhymefest and we go from, uh
Yard to yard on y'all
he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died"
If they don't know, let's
Learn 'em, Rhymefest, burn 'em
To the ground like Waco, fake ho, take your
Ass back
thanks to
The accident, thanks to god
Thanks to Roc-A-Fella
Jay-Z, Dame Dash, G, my mother
Rhymefest everyone that's helped me
And I plan to celebrate
I
Rhymefest
Everyone that has helped me and
I plan to celebrate
I plan to celebrate and scream
And pop champaign every chance
I get cause I'm at the Grammys
to Black Thought, Mos Def
Can't forget, (Consequence), just (Rhymefest!) Everybody, Three Six Mafia man
Sway! Decipher! The whole Star Track, (Rakim),
rated X MTVs first listen
You want diamonds on your chest?
A monopoly set? Skip Baltic Ave
Gimme a house or a jet (No a house AND a jet!)
Like Rhymefest
crew
I'm broken and shit can get complex
But I'm still at the top of the Rhymefest
I'm grateful, these niggas is hating
But I do not mind that
Went
softly like I'm Wycleaf
Actin brand new like I'm Rhymefest
Push rhymes like weight now they hanging off my biceps
I’m hard as fuck, god cooked me in that
of these hoteps
No time for any of your side quests
Feeling brand new like I’m Rhymefest, nigga
Relax, I’m ahead of the times
About three laps
A look into my
la musica non l'abbasso
Relax, teniamo giù lo stress
Let's go to Rhyme-fest, in testa nuove tracks, funky dress
Se non ti chiamo è perché mi scade la
sleep good
No consequence for this rhymefest
In other words nigga we good
Everybody know the name now & if ya don't you out the loop
Yea, nigga what it do
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