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['Scarface' sample] Hey fuck you, man! Who put this thing together? Me, that's who Who do I trust? Me! [Intro: Lord Judah] Yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up Don't laugh, don't laugh This thing ain't over, man This thing ain't over, man, I got something to say Just hold up, just let me think, let me think (Lord...) Hold up, hold up, umm (Judah...) Judah! [Lord Judah] Ok, I'm the best, the worst, check it Hold up, give the microphone back before I wreck it Only other types of poems that's on record Is ones from Jesus, the rest from the prophets Every now and then I might hold Spacely Sprockets You better 'jet, son', before you get that rocket That's the best, son, don't make 'em cock it You can't see the team, and you can't see the dream So what the fuck, make you think, that you can see the scheme Plan, devised by supreme human beings Men, been high if you even got the G Code To get exposed like a bunch of crack fiends SongtexteYeah, you lack rap, but really who don't Yeah, you could do it, but really who won't Try, just remember you ain't I And I am that, so just fall back "Look at the Mouse" [Li-Mouse] Check out the Rodent Chamber, just another one of those bangers Lyrical cliffhanger, be caution, keep aware of the danger I play cold similar to that of the Rangers Ya'll always take candy from them, lame ass strangers Skating, while most of ya'll cats be faking I'm seizing your funds, without causing any shaking Like Jack Bauer, fucked up by the pathogen You know I'mma keep shining, like halogen Bulbs, that emit high intensity in the city My style comes off smooth, but still it's mad gritty Sissy muthafuckas, don't ever understand me Spamming cats look thin, but they can't ban me Cno and Li, might as well be considered family Cuz the chemistry is sick, they ain't no failing me Hocus pocus, this ain't magic, the style's bogus Deadly methods especially when we straight focus ['Scarface' sample] Money, money, money, money That's all I ever hear in this house Pelican fly, come on, Pelican! [Cno Evil] Check the sound, I'm running down, like my nose, when I'm sick Running with Allah on my shoulders like I'm Michael Vick Check the shit, I got 'lions' and 'panthers' on the attack Gotta run with shackles, but the tackles got my back Running, like Pac and Big, like, Ghost and Jada Running back and forth, left and right like a fader Like an entertainer, got paparazzi taking pictures Mouse comes through during a blizzard, bumping RZA and GZA 'Run on the track like Jesse Owens' Those were the 'words from the Genius' that captured the moments I laughed at opponents, since they can't match up They so behind, running like Heinz, trying to 'catch-up' Hanging on the back of the car, but we driving far Bright lights hitting your eyes like, a shining star Mouse pop the truck, smack you with the spare tire I feel like a rapper in his last hours about to retire [Stan Ipcus] Yeah, but not without, though, cuzzo I'm running with The Rodentz, dog, we don't give a fuck Darts of poison, spit venom and end 'em Mix the boysenberry blend, dictate the memorandum and school 'em Listen, we twisting up with video vixens, heavy leaning Plenty green to pass around, clown rappers we diss 'em Kiss 'em goodnight, Frank White, long smooches, no homo, son Don't worry, I'mma tuck you in, I caught them real tight Fuck rutts, I rock and ruck smuts and for the good rough It's bad karma if you get caught reaching, this ain't your chamber Ditch your kiddy rhyming, for the divine, take the oath Prick my finger like the porcupine, I'm made now, slime God of War, messiah of fire, liar liar You ain't nice, that's why your pants on fire, frog, you a dike All you fuckas, don't want it with Ip, Cno and Mouse And Lord Judah in the house, White Plains, baby, we out Aus Songtexte Mania