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Intro: tash
Yes yes yes yes yes yeah-he-ha-ha-ha!
Back to drown ya'll motherfuckaz!
Who we got, we got, we got
We got the liks, we got the liks, we got the liks
Cause mc's in ninety-five, mc's in ninety-five
Mc's in ninety-five that think they rock like
Mc's in ninety-five, mc's in ninety-five
Mc's in ninety-five that swear they rock live
Verse one:
Mc's in ninety-five they need way more rehearsin
They write they booty kyrics then they add they little curse in
You're not a true hip-hop person
Spend a little time with your rhymes and quit makin wack versions
I send this shit out to all them niggaz from that group
With the ninety minute demo sounding just like snoop
You better bizzay, your ass up out my rhyme zone
Fore i leave you on the ground broke up like pine cones
You're rootin and tootin but ain't did no shootin
While the freshest hip-hop, it curses verses like a wicked witch
Disaster, cock the rhyme flows back to kill
To get me out your system takes more than golden seal
Cause i bust so many flows i gotta file my shit in columns
While mc's be goin down like olympiads that slalom, rock-bottom