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Uh huh
Bring it back baby
Feel me on this...
Verse One
I can chop a beat like Funkmaster Flex
Challenge any MC's style, so who's next (uh, yeah)
I bring it ruff when I be rockin'
Even in the south my flow be boone dockin' (that's right)
Bumpy Knuckles makes the girls go crazy
Roll em like cee-lo, dice with me and Lazy
I got a appetite for the mic
Like a 450 pound nigg* for chicken delight
Rappers are suspect, I got styles to dissect
Rappers wanna be actors, I direct (feel me)
I hate a biter laying in the cut
Listen to the lyrical styles and eat em up (check this)
I did a style and Tony Touched 50 MCs
wanted to here me rock it way overseas
I said I'm so ill
Deaf be dancin to my jams still
I spit s**t dead could feel
Stay in my zone to keep s**t sellin
Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm tellin
You wanna know if a nigg* is real
Try to kick it with him, look him in his eyes
If he tell you that he got a peal
So you can read em like that
That not a dawg he's a muth*rfkin cat
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's the Devious Minds that'll make em do these things
All you gotta do is rock and make the mics ring
Don't try to be somthin that your not my nigg*
Or you might get your fakin as* shot my nigg*
Verse 2
Check it out...
To the Beat ya'll i make it rock on and on
Like night time being around before morn' (check it out)
I rock on my own label just like The Artist
Without the high heel boots and no Im not a loud guitarist
girls enjoy my flow like good sex, then I hit
And Freddie Fox x x ain't gotta buy em s**t
be promisin' (?) and givin out toasts
You can't get a b*tch if your broke
Blow you out like smoke
Everybody wanna rhyme
Is it for the love or the dimes (s**t)
I know a nigg* gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets
And stop loopin up beats
I'm sarcastic, s**t I might spit
But don't mind me I'm just another MC
The only difference is i scr*p for mines
And don't ride another nigg*'s lap for mines
It's about beats and rhymes
You better get it together
Before I bring it to you nigg*, whatever
Chorus
Verse Three
Can I get digible for a minute and rock the spot
I be to rap what clip be to glock
Cause imma fool like that, I flip like Dominique Dawes
I wouldn't mind gettin inside dem draws
are fake like radio drops in Hip-Hop
It's kinda like wrestling and jumpin off the top -
Rope, You Jesse Jackson as* with hope
Got in the audience sick offa bad dope
You need Beatminerz
So you can stop serving up layin as* beats like the Greek diner
Check this, it gets exotic, chaotic
Idiotic, bout it bout it
I got history, B
I done rocked with everybody from G Rap to M.O.P.
The Blast Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach
Even rocked with Pac... but you ain't herd that yet
be screamin that they real
Yeah, real b*tch, real soft, like you smooth off
I like big b*tt girls and hot cars
And never have ta give a b*tch a diamond
Cause I'm nice with my rhymin'
Thug in the house
sn*tch up every coward that you see and throw his fkin as* out
Chorus
During Final Chorus
Real
This goes out to
My Gang Starr
My Beatminerz
For my M.O.P.
Check it out
Whaddup Kurupt Mob
For underground
Philly