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<mystikal talking>
You would if you could
But you can't
So you ain't
<mystikal>
The minute I step in dis b*tch
I hear Oh s**t Mothafka, God d*mn!
Watch out for dat nigg*
You cant handle em
For a period of time
Noone can match those rhymes to mine
Im top of the line
pr*ckin your as* like a porcupine
I know what to do to knock your stupid as* so bad It aint no challenge!
This aint no mothafkin fluke, This pure deep talent!
Im Gifted, Explicit mistressed and Explicit
Brand new home, same old nigg*
I aint playin with you girls!
Why you be rappin
Like your scared and unprepared
Im gonn have ya leave this mothafka sayin Whatd that mothafka said?
Gimme the bud, the weed I puff like elvis and the beetles
That gets blazed, then a couple soft MC's on pins and needles
that got beef wit me
Better bring a heater
or either bow down to me
Cut off you d*ck, jesus
Thats the reason Im fkin wit
Wasup wit dem dats talkin s**t
You better go fk wit anotha nigg*
You cant handle this!
<chorus>
Oh s**t, Motha ! God d*mn! x8
<mystikal>
Certified rhyme busta
b*tch nigg*, b*tch nigg*
Same nigg*, If Im not that nigg*
but that nigg* from punks, still come with the rif raf
went from Gold diggin, ta gold chains
I went from Club Train, Ta Soul Train!
fightin like a wild coyote
Like capone, hot seller
Keep your fkin deck deader, then a bad woodp*cker
I dont like tryin ta run up on my s**t and set
Im the tarantula on the catipillar, b*tch ill kill ya
Catch more attention, then oriental peac*cks
Phat rhymes, Hot tracks, A full room of rebocks
Ive got the gift thatll make a b*tch get off me
spent like charles barkley
So b*tch Dont start me!
Whos that click?
use to be mobbin in my hood
Beware! Here I go!
get that boy good
Come like, there I was
When were yall idiots in the cut?
i raise the hacksaw, you jump back
Now yall dont want no trouble, Cant stop us
<chorus x8>
<mystikal>
I know ya'll nigg* know better than to fk wit tha man
Dont ya (dont ya)
nigg* dont you know what my style cant be poached
and every nigg* around, probably got beef wit somebody
But thats the same nigg* between the fighters
I aint got it (i aint got it)
When underground rules, will be tha day
My legs start to shake
another nigg* couldnt off throw me on skates!
Im the supplier
The gasoline on your fire, Got em dodge em
Michael Tyler! The drunken fighter
Yall cant do what I do!
(man fk that nigg*)
Naw Motherfk you!
Good lord, the rhymes come through so hardc*re
b*tch I got it if you bad enuff to take it
Its yours!
A lyrical as* whoopin
Is what im cookin
Hungry, Spittin all over your room when you wasnt lookin
Aint no canibus, the wrong nigg* with ta mess
You get tha flatback like rambo b*tch
YOu cant handle this!
<chorus till fade> (11 times)
