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[Verse 1:] I got the soul of a veteran, anti medicine The flow is sicker than it's ever been, it's evident I kill shit nigga, hear the evidence Better tell 'em it's that shit that make 'em question nigga's relevance The Doc's had me on my ass, had a chip on my shoulder ever since I make hits niggas flinch, you would move if you had better sense I'll since birth and it got better since I'm a real nigga so this probably out ya element You the realest when you tellin' it I can't buy the bullshit no more, everybody sellin' it So I close shop on you hoes, and the hoes flock, man It's street till I'm thrown, I put on for the whole block, rock Niggas is gassed up Niggas think they hot when it's just me burnin they ass up Niggas is bitches like they Mrs. with they ass up Gettin' fucked, Moe Cleze with my glass up I give a fuck if my mindset like a flying jet, I'm on my fly shit A pilot, Cause my shit, got the hunger of a B.I.G. that ain't been signed yet And you could feel that Where you been is where you still at, so nigga kill that My shit is red hot, like red dot, on your temple Respect a young God in the temple Should I continue? Nothing like a good ass whoppin' to convince you! I love it SongtexteNow I know why Don King felt in the corner of Mike Tyson Now I know how Phil Jackson felt going into the Finals with Michael Jordan Bringin that real shit back get your hands up high That real shit back, put your hands up high! Put 'em high [x8] [Verse 2:] Yo When I spit I have 'em strung out That's why I see alot of long faces like I'm lookin in the mirrors at a funhouse Get it clear, I don't rap for rappers Honestly, you niggas is all ass, word to Esther Baxter And Y'all niggas extra average on your best day On the regular my worst verse kill competitors You sentimental? We in the jungle, got that venom in 'em The flow is bananas that's just the gorilla in him How you love that? Show it to me, I show you love back But I ain't stuntin' none of you niggas so nigga fuck that Opposition, I know you pissed but I grew up without a pot to piss in So far as me this ain't a competition This death and livin', ain't the stakes high? While you roll snake eyes, I'm lookin' in these snakes eyes Tryin' not to bite the apple, but Adam I feel you Ass naked hoes in my face, I ain't thinking clear too Industry shady it need to be taken over Tryin to give you that raw, you snorting that baking soda Well the wait is over, it's like I do magic I'm spittin' that blue magic, Abracado faggot And truthfully, if you don't like it, nigga sue me Cause Nas told me fuck ya'll niggas and just do me Ain't gotta like it, but ya'll gon' respect it Hope you got the message, this is epic Bringin that real shit back get your hands up high That real shit back, put your hands up high! Put 'em high [x8] Aus Songtexte Mania