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I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps
But theyre all playing roles just like Omar Epps
I see so many players I wonder where the coach is
My names Everlast Im hard to kill like roaches
The dough that youre making has got you fronting and faking
Your hearts been shook your brains cooked like bacon
Cant believe youre not butter you thought you was on it
Out trying to flaunt it but its just Blue Bonnet
And now its my turn kid watch me churn
Theres only so many spots theyre had to earn
Pack it up pack it in
Let me begin
Too many men are judged by the color of their skin
Their apparatus gets blessed,
suckers get put to rest
The more d*mn pure
I got the cure for this fest
The wackness is spreading like a plague
MC's, they wanna get paid
But they cant make the fkin' grade
How many times you wannabe's gonna try?
Yo they just style like dockers
They cant touch the knowelege I disordify
I tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier
When I'm holdin down the fort
For some time, now
Others callin it manuscript
When I stop to go a top
They be like d*mn he flipped
Now I'm sick, and fed up wit that bulls**t
I got that lyrical front tip
When you sell out to appeal to the masses
You have to go back and enroll in some classes
All you worthless pieces start shaking your asses
All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it
Back in 89 I dropped too much acid
Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid
While you busy ragging on the people you blasted
Im asking how many days have you fasted
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Get up Ill break ya down a little something
Im fed up its time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
Im fed up its time to go head hunting
Get up Ill break ya down a little something
Im fed up its time to go head hunting
Dead up too many crews be fronting
Im fed up its time to go head hunting
I'm sick, demented, I smack my manager
The flow thats flessin
I'm adressing all ya'll imatures
Cause to your back, I got the "Tre Piounce Piete"
Tell me why you tryin' to claim that you a gansta', baby?
But lets suppose you really had a burner(suppose)
You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer
fk a murder Im a just kill your ego
Cause we know that you aint really got no people
Murdering a prop my man this my homey that
You need to get the fk out my face cause you dont know me jack
Eney, meeny, miney, moe
I put seeds in your mental and I watch em grow
Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow
Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show
Cause I know and you this is how we go
Somalaku to the Muslim
Shalom to the Hebrew
Geed l*st envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math
These seven deadly sins represent my jinn
You scheming on testing me kid where you been
I been told all my life Im my only friend
Theres a killer on the road money its the end
And you might think that Im a dummy
But while youre out at the spot Im homes' chilling with your honey
I kicks flavor
Like Steven King I write the horror
If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead youre best to follow
Or youll be left along the road in the dust(in the dust)
And me and you wont have too much to discuss
I dont know why
MC's will come to test for ionide
Master of myself, my wealth
It's just my state of mind
I stack my loot
Just for a rainy day
And you can parch on your forty
Cause rappers I slay
I'm the quick draw
The outlaw
I doubt ya'll
Ready to fk with me
So boy stop
Or, I'm a beat your ass
Like your pops
Hit the real estate money and then the props
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