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作詞：Rahem Brown, Tyrone Fyffe
You know who the fuck I am
So get off that old bullshucks
He ain't shit, you ain't shit
Your momma ain't shit, daddy ain't shit
If I had it my way, every wack MC would die Friday
Makin' Saturday a better day
Sunday wouldn't start your week off till Monday
One day tunes I wrote yesterday will be tomorrow's scriptures for today
At high noon, Boom Skwad Gods with knowledge
Holler at apostles, who squalor in despair
Despisin' those who follow
Swallowin' pride like St. Ide's while you stare
Take a drink, don't think in a eyeblink I won't start my hijinks
And hijack a flight Yeah right, when?
Tomorrow night, 'cause off the record with the treble and the bass
I chase my lyrics through the rap race
Last place is simply not an option in my case
Waste not want not because I front not
The Notty keeps his lyrical shotty cocked
And locked up at your temple, over instrumentals
It's all in your mind, you No. 2 like the pencil
The Boom Skwadron, Godson, who got the Bop Gun
The top gun, from the jump like Datsun
I got one, candy-coated rote rhymes skits I shit on when I get on
Then flip the scripts like I had Zips on
It's on like electrical, my symmetrical
Alphabetic keeps my competition ridin' on my testicles
You to the rescue, let me test you
Who the best crew, most definite
Has to be the Skwad 'cause I'm the President
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All you misrepresenter with your twelve inches need pinches
Wake the fuck up and check out what this is
I can't see nuttin' but victories
MC's think they can get to me, then bring it
'Cause once I pass the blunt to my Lieutenant then we in it
For the infinite, no play play
The notty headed Newark nigga from NJ and the Sensai
Represent fully, playin' bullies out for yappin'
Thinkin' you'll be rappin', get tapped and say you scrappin'
While I been waitin' hatin' fake MC's that make they bacon with passion
Rippin' up they stickers for reaction
Practicin' on rap has-beens, I'm down with the Biz like Backspin
Dissin' Mikes like the Jacksons
Thick like the lips on that Fugee chick
Hard like the dicks in booty flicks
Dissin' niggaz like a snooty bitch
I only pop a coochie if it smells Gucci
Get the lucci hit it for months and then smoke blunts with the hoochies
You know the flavor like blue cheese
On how I make crews bleed and school MC's who try to do me
Do me, baby, do me, baby
Do me, baby
75% water, H2O, PE, alcohol, oil
Dependin' on temperature, what's the hot shit?
Rhino, Tame, Boom Skwad, Hidden Descent
INI, Reflections, check the Twins
Aight God, recognize what's fake
Time to turn platinum to purple chrome
Green, purple, yellow, red white chrome
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