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J Mase
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I am revolutionary I am what the yout' tell me I am what I say I am Shit, otherwise, you tell me Big G, why you mad at me All them numbers ain't adding up Better still, shit pack it up Better still, you ain't making G's Wearing pelle pelle yellin' me my brudda we ain't Keenan/Kel Been sky high, it's about time that I fuckin' fell Redesigning the whole thing Slide round to my old thing, like hold this Seen niggas go from hoodrich, to bum bitch, same year I ain't seen it all, but I've seen enough My minimal gets maximised when I touch stage I control the rage, with this pen & page, can't you tell I'm sane In a different lane, these other niggas they don't know my pain It's all smoke & mirrors 'til I reappear Derby doesn't need a saviour, nah nah nah nah, I'm the anti-hero Kept them holes in my hand you can probably sorta say it's like a souvenir Hammer banging like an auctioneer, I'mma work a nigga like an engineer Holy ghost I pray he persevere Crash coming through your stereo, with no interference for another year Cheers! more p's for me & my peers Pay my dues you in arrears It's like that when I came in Don't hate him, mase J is not with that basic, no I am revolutionary I am what the yout' tell me I am what I say I am Shit, otherwise, you tell me Big G, why you mad at me All them numbers ain't adding up Better still, shit pack it up Better still, you ain't making G's I am revolutionary I am what the yout' tell me I am what I say I am Shit, otherwise, you tell me Big G, why you mad at me All them numbers ain't adding up Better still, shit pack it up Better still, you ain't making G's Me, my brudda, we ain't Keenan/Kel We real picky with the personnel It's about time that I fuckin' failed I'm sky high, let the train derail Crash out, if he tag out, that Yeah, give 'em hell, or whatever sells Shit I'm on a roll, school of hardknocks, where he bought a pole These times woulda thought I fold Bad hand but the band still stands tall, winter, rainfall, snow, sleet Sun eclipse, to the heavy wind Rap like, I just empty clips, and You ain't on piss! Smell bitch in you On everything, that's my chair, why you comfy there Still don't wanna talk, still don't wanna walk Headed for the top, nigga fuck you thought I just do my dance, they all run it back I just show my arse, heavy in my bag I could crash crash crash crash crash But they don't really want that They talk this that, & big plans But they ain't really on jack I am revolutionary I am what the yout' tell me I am what I say I am Shit, otherwise, you tell me Big G, why you mad at me All them numbers ain't adding up Better still, shit pack it up Better still, you ain't making G's I am revolutionary I am what the yout' tell me I am what I say I am Shit, otherwise, you tell me Big G, why you mad at me All them numbers ain't adding up Better still, shit pack it up Better still, you ain't making G's I am revolutionary I am what the yout' tell me