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TYSON
DJ Mykael V, 1995
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, what y'all thought this was? ('95)
We here baby, we run up in the spot
You already know what type of time it is, check your watch
Y'all thought this rap stuff was a game?
Why you keep playin' with us, yo?
Back like I got a vendetta, they let the beast out
Hand me the microphone, I lock in and I tweak out
All I see is some clones, they modelin' after me now
Tried to throw them a bone and y'all bit the hand that will feed y'all
Back, but applyin' this pressure, the game watered down
If y'all ain't ridin' waves so I hold you - probably drown
I am not impressed by whoever y'all think deserve the crown
Lot of suckers said they would pass me and they are not around
Back to black and out of the mud
I once doubted them claimin' that they was proud of 'em
Wonderin' how we did it, I know when they brought it out of 'em
Uh, we ain't made from the same fabric
Life gave me - 'til I made classics
Tryna block the lane but I skipped in front of they traffic
Took ahold of the sickness in my blood and I made magic
Kept my head down, got the work, look what came of it
Nothin' gon' be the same on the day that we drop beloved (Mitchell)
I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and vicious
And most ruthless champion that's ever been
There's no one that can stop me
There's no one that can match me (wait)
I know that I'm the one 'cause Christ left the ninety-nine for me
Kinda cute, I got sons tryna style on me (Yeah)
Lot of opps DM'ing tryna vibe
I'ma tell 'em like my mom, lil boy we is not homies
Don't get it twisted, this is what I witness
Ho, ho, ho, and I ain't talking Saint Nicholas (Hoe)
Tryna skydive off the top of Satan's hit list
Or maybe it's you Pharisees, I can't tell the difference (What?)
All your verses is my TBTs and I ain't feelin' reminiscent
Bars on cricket wireless, it's not connecting (Hello?)
To anyone who doubted if I'd ever be a legend
I don't call 'em haters no more, I call 'em blessings
I used to want to be like them but now I'm really him (Yeah)
They gon' respect the pen or get the pen
This west side I represent, who's really friends?
It don't depend, you come correct, 'cause I would not pretend
If he ain't indie tribe. on this side, it ain't safe for him
That ain't even hate for them
Its a fact, I'm apin' them like H&M
Matter of fact I bury them and pray for them
Jesus make 'em raise again
Better then he used to be, remakin' him (Oh)
What, you gotta face it
A lot of y'all tasteless
I saw this comin' back when I was doin' dayshifts
I heard they cleared a spot for me on the A-list
If you ain't praying for me, take me off your playlist
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