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You know what I'm saying? Some people don't
Wanna hear the same old thing over and over
No doubt, you gotta come provocative, nigga. You know what I mean?
Word
Shit gotta be spine-tingling with mad styles and crazy, dangerous
. I mean, bust-your-shit-open beats, you know what I mean?
Yeah
It's like, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, we gon' play some funky shit for y'all
That's right
Straight up, pay up, pay up
Haha, shit
Ayo, they don't understand what's about to happen
Yes, sir
Hey, hey, hey
Okay, haha, oh yeah
Oh, I see, they don't know
You know exactly what it is, uh, clap time
So let me get my slick shit on, yeah, and then I'm good
I'm in the '97 Dodge
I give a shit, it's hot
And I don't be killing 'em with a watch
I just deal with it, when I spit it, I'ma rock
With it, killin' kids with a little bit of scotch
Spit it on top, to the side like a rim shot
And I'm high like a hat 'cause I been hot
I don't really listen if the kick don't knock
Houston, you ain't going in, so stop
I don't really care 'cause I don't really hear you
I just want to make it clear, I'm up here
You, you down there, and I dare you to spare two stares
Up here, I'ma air 'em out, clear, hey
Now that I'm closer (From up, yes, sir)
You should understand that I own this
And you should understand that I own this
I pull away and tell 'em, "Show me an opponent"
I'm a Liu Kang, you a Sonya
Yeah, I do it easy, homework
And if you don't believe me, then don't ya
Nobody put a gun to your head and said, "Don't trip
You ain't finna die as long as you download this shit"
What you know about focus?
You don't put enough time in it, so it's over
You don't got enough vibes, so I gotta show you
Tell us all lies, I'm required to expose you
I'm tryna be the guy that you go to
Go-to guy for the vocals
I don't got a guy running Pro Tools
Just me, the rhymes in my notebook
Going on ninety, time for the show, look
You can see the line from the highway to show books
You don't see the signs aligning, but they sure look straight
I'm good, finna get four mics
And I got it, I'm iller than alright
And I'll kick it all night
Put a little soul in your life
And I'm closer, so this fits right
Now that I'm closer (Yeah, oh yeah)
You should understand that I own this (This shit fits real good)
Oh yeah, this a good look
Aid Attack on the boards
Tyler on the keys, hey
Clap time
You know what it is
And you know what it ain't
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