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Now she is counting the holes in her soul

Adam was handsome but somewhat bizarre,
He looked at himslef like some kind of porn star
Eve was
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
something
Which meant something
And that got them some attention
Eyes wide
A roller coaster ride
Great pride in this invention
I think they're selling
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadriplegics outta these non-rapping rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape
It ain't no secret that
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie shit
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team elected me

[Chorus]
Gangsta, gangsta
into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie s***
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team
[Bizarre]
Yeah!
Detroit motherfucker!
DJ Green Lantern!
D12!
We ain't goin' nowhere!
We still smokin' crack nigga!
Haha!
Let 'em know!
come through
See, I just wanna fuck you
And you just wanna fuck me, our secret creepin
Know a nigga got a hoe
And she got a home, that she gotta go
- Slick Rick's about to come on
Go to your room!

So now I'm sixteen, tryin to fuckin mix things
No money in my pockets just desires and some big
concerned by far
Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scars
Niggaz dry snitchin, yo they intuition bizarre
Picture me starved
Without a partner, pitchin
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
of bitches start a fight 

Over some dick that they don't even own 

All I'm givin' them is the bone 

Blowin' up a niggaz phone 

But ain't nobody
Witness the most potest' ferocious niggas that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix
Jets, nigga
It's the pilot
Lettin' you in on some top secret shit
Jet Files nigga

From the city that care forgot 
From the section where
And they show me their secrets, I can even cop a feel
Victorious, can't match wit, with warriors
I match wig with wits, similarly can't mix matchsticks with
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son

[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they
about my game, it's tight 
That's why every night a different group of bitches start a fight 
Over some dick that they don't even own 
All I'm givin'
that you made, got your faith in the wrong direction
But some love and affection would change that
With the quick-mix, could this sickness
Is
nuthin'
You ain't sayin' nuthin'

I be spendin' Euros by the pound, I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't sayin' nuthin'
You
that's a wrong move
A hog move, some rap cat on dog food
Microphone competition we devour
You pull plugs but take no source of power
Cause then in
a wrong move
A hog move, some rap cat on dog food

Microphone competition, we devour
You pull plugs but take no source of power
'Cause then in MCing,
state of logic

Focusin' on me and the family, gawkin'
Parallel parkin' was a art form
Atilla the Hun, school that I wrote to write
Spoke for some
I turn it out whenever I'm in the mix
I'm creeping with my secret and that's how I wanna keep it, peep this

If I hit this pussy you going tell
The lights go down and you've found yourself surrounded
Astounded by the veteran crew that you discounted
But we're back for our piece of this game