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[Intro: Killah Priest] |
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You know this beat is crazy, right |
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This the beat right here, yo |
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They gonna love this when they hear this, g |
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[Chorus: Killah Priest] |
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A lot of these rappers are indecisive |
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Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest |
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But, anyway, get rich, get brain |
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Get off the wall and do the damn thing |
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Get off the floor and do the damn thing |
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Get off the floor and do the damn thing |
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[Killah Priest] |
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Silly rappers, when will you learn |
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You play with fire and you will get burned |
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'cause now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn |
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Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll |
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Weak rhymes, same topics |
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This one's for the streets, for the projects |
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For my g's with the ***** in the apar**ents |
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For my dogs in the law hit with charges |
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***** them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless |
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For my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-less |
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Hair done, nice face, lookin' flawless |
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I got that thing, bust off, lead objects |
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Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise |
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Name your favorite rapper, well, he's fake |
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And you fake, that's why you ***** with his tape |
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I'll take that thing and just bust in your face |
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You're not real, same flow, no style |
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I pop steel, lames, no know who go down |
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And I don't give a *****, who run the city or not |
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'cause the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac |
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And I love those *****s, but I don't love ya'll |
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Bust a slug for those *****s, but bust a slug at ya'll |
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And I get physical, visual, very artistical |
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Givin' party people something, funky to listen to |
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Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazed |
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Cross your fizza, face, down to your waist |
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Raps, I do this, since the music influence the truest |
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I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines |
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They knew since their kind is all stupid |
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Beats we loop it then they cue it, they foolish |
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And I stand to prove it this time, come on |
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[Chorus] |
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[Hook: Killah Priest] |
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'cause it's new year, best to come correct |
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I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet |
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I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet |
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Get off the wall and do the damn thing |
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Get on the floor and do the damn thing |
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[Killah Priest] |
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I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychic |
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The nicest is here, the rest of those cats |
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They was last year, well do something... |
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I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streets |
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The cursin', that's weak, do something |
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Different, for instance, the Priest is brief |
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A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some gin |
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Thoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it in |
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My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flow |
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Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough |
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Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy |
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I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind |
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Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours |
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Sever your jaws, I'm ready for war |
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Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock |
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And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry |
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Enemies please don't sit with me |
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I sit with these and cats with keys |
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Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over! |
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[Chorus] |
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[Hook] |
