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fkin right I'm hip-hop
I hoe hop, I'm funky as a pair of Reeboks with no socks
I'm hot like a nigg* ? the beef to the beers with no brats
I'm tight like them twistin up under the 6 with no top
I've been up all night
Writing like a motherfker cluck with no clock
Been platinum and I'm still stompin
Rock jam-packed concerts and b*tch filled parties
Done had them standin more than a hot comb when I perform
Gotta em feelin like they in Saigon when they hear what I got
I got funk
No Limit legitimate respect the man of power
I turn your motherfkin thunderstorm into scattered showers
Yo Bam, girls can't get down
like me and the Pound can, we ain't gotta bring up SoundScan
I come into focus when they all starin
I turn your fkin head and, spin your fkin ball bearings
Hit the antenna so they all scatterin
Believe that cause I'm tellin you
they don't challenge what they can't handle
M-Y-S-T-I
Smoke spinach, eat chicken, s**t bullets, SPIT FIRE
I'm above you like the sky
Like the clouds like the Gods like the birds and the pilots
You know why I'm here, come to say it loud
For the one-thousand nine-hundred and nine nine
to infinity and BEYOND
Now.. now.. now.. now.. b*tch
Respect my motherfking mind
fk what you feelin, fk what you think
b*tch I kill you
Respect my fking mind
fk what you think, fk what you feelin
b*tch I kill you
Respect my mind
fk what you think, fk what you feelin
b*tch I kill you
Respect my fking mind
b*tch I kill you, b*tch I kill you
I said b*tch I KILL YOU
Back-bending, That's That nigg* spinning
Y'all done feeling my line before I finish my SENTENCE
This microphone's for holdin
I don't give a fk, as quick as you bring them
then that's how fast them get fked OVER
No prisoners at no time
I'm so advanced I put your as* in the blender
with my OWN rhyme, b*tch say, "d*mn that nigg* tight!
I heard what he did to that other rapper that other night
and Dawg that s**t wasn't right!"
I'm nothin nice in the shinin lights
No band, no choir, just me and my fking Nike's
But am I missing something? fcK NO
I got the whole crowd bucked up, "UH OHHH!"
I smash a rapper into smithereens
Make him spill his beans
Then I'm running with the guillotine
Diss on my rhymes b*tch and diss on my records
Diss on my moms b*tch you gon' respect it!
Respect my fking mind
fk what you thinkin, fk what you feelin
b*tch I kill you
Respect my mind
fk what you feelin, fk what you thinkin
b*tch I kill you
Respect my mind
fk what you feelin, fk what you thinkin
b*tch I kill you
Respect my fking mind
fk what you feelin, fk what you thinkin
b*tch I kill you
Respect my mind
b*tch I kill you, b*tch I kill you, b*tch I kill you
Respect my fking mind
b*tch I kill you, b*tch I kill you, b*tch I kill you!
