Lyrics:
goodbye to all that racist shit
Mr white privilege
A pleasure to leave you bitch
Now’s my time
And now’s your time cause we embrace our biz
Politics ignored
I'ma need about a hundred grand
Let me talk some biz, think I know the man
Guess his bro got jammed, so bro got blammed
Now they fly away like Peter Pan
Yeah
Uh, uh oh
Startin' to feel this
Startin' to feel it
[Black Rob]
Yo, who these cats think they is takin' they biz that's round here?
Yo,
the rap, get the fat crib
Duck or get blasted by the Squad Mig
I'm not your nig, clockin 7 digit figs
You dig?
I want that ass, then my crew got dibs
to you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in stere-ereo
Been down with
see goin' down everyday
my brothers and my sisters gettin' played
so we revert to committin' dope, many brothers get hurt
by another brother who don't
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours
I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
Yeah
Uh, uh oh
Startin' to feel this
Startin' to feel it
[Black Rob]
Yo, who these cats think they is takin' they biz that's round here?
Yo,
fly)
You got every right to check her n***a
Ain't it funny how you n***as switch sides
Tryna catch me by surprise, and feed me with your lies
But, I'm
got a special place for your lips to pucker
My brainstorms thunder, sucker run for cover
Mountain Brother with the wallet that says "Bad motherfucker"
a rather proud
Brother, originator of the Third Power
Action the posse grows just like a flower
Check it out, here's the scene
The nightclub, you know
Yeah...
No I won't call you master
Though to you I sold my
My microphone shines
I keep your children filled in
Colorful swirls are building
But
move in slow motion we be getting green
What I mean is handle your biz
If you can't hang and cant bang it is what it is
If you not this and not that
brothers
Here's a tip meet the one respect like your mother
Omega sent this beat, said go soil another
Respected by spitter's my flow oil and butter
Plus
what, what, you know I’m gon’ get it
What, all day
The new kid in the biz is beating em off the block
Corner left back like brother, little Ox
In
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours
I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
"Hey, welcome to The Player's Ball
Here at the Himalaya Hotel
Whoop! Whoop! It's your boy Morty Moore!
Oh snap, I'm just here
Having a good time
the Ville
From Cypress to Sugar Hill
By the spot, had Shante on the block all day
You JJ Fad'n, I want the rocks and Shante
We in the Jungle, brothers singing
splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang
Amo, aiming at your enamel, say cheese
Imagine the Bible recited by the Elohim
Then wake up and say hello to me
Different gold commode, same shit,
Said I’m never on your shit yeah niggaz know
Said I’m never in your biz like some niggaz tho
But you could see me in your bitch yeah niggaz know
Said
thought, he can be tamed in a lyrical war?
(I guess he's playin')
We nodey come fool like SDK
If your rapping cadence dey sound like you're getting raped by
wasted
Swallowed by the earth before you could even taste it
[DJ Spin One cuts]
"I've seen the hood raised brothers"
"killed too many of us"
"killed too
to find
You know the line, "Don't judge the book by its cover"
Read every page cause the nigga's my brother
But it shoulda stated, that the book's on one's
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