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Yeah, I think they got me fucked up Everybody better hold up Cause they don't be feeling you like they feelin' me And I think I'm the answer I really had to break it down I really had to keep it simple I had to run up and down the court watching y'all like the league official I never had to keep a pistol If I did shoot, I'd shoot to kill Talk is talk and that's cheap to me But nobody really know what I do for real I am what I always been, white kid with the rapping skill Maintain that I'm self-sustained Still CES came as a package deal Run shit like in track and field I'll pass baton in decathlon Search around and go find a verse where I came soft and I was slackin' on Puff puff and I'll pass it on My team strong and we here to win Repping hard for the underground, I'm an emcee and a lyricist Many men tried to mirror this They was scheming on me like a pyramid But they theory is full of bullet holes Period point blank I shoulda known SongtexteYeah, I think they got me fucked up Everybody better hold up Cause they don't be feeling you like they feelin' me And I think I'm the answer I rap until my tongues tired I spit it like it's gun fire Anybody tellin me I'm not the best it gotta be I wear a mask like an umpire Sayin I should hang it up in music you're a plum liar A dumb guy or you're a bum sire tellin me I'm inadequate knowing it's not anyone higher (UP) That is where I am bitch Up in the clouds eating a industry sandwich look it I can spit cutting em up And is fuck it I'm feelin funny bout fair weather fan shit Kansas, City King has landed Anything remotely close to nope when I quote you're choked with a velvet rope, Janet Is he crazy? Sho Lia wicked like Fangoria Fool is hatin cause he don't understand my communication, Nokia Tecca N9na spit it so clear like Ho sheer When I get to rippin this flow here All the women go ta grabbin their crotch they all screamin OH DEAR! Yeah, I think they got me fucked up Everybody better hold up Cause they don't be feeling you like they feelin' me And I think I'm the answer Armed and dangerous Kali baby, y'all can never hang with us Y'all slaves to us Y'all niggas be gambling or rambling, [??] chump change to us, I'm joking If I'm N9ne I keep that pistol smoking By design to find your prime time if their eyes open Son of the times ain't dependent on the rhymes Quoted rockabye to smoking on the pipe but doing lines of coke in I don't rock that shit I'ma drop that dime like they committed the crime on divine lines that I've spoken Soak it up if you can get the picture, don't lurch if the shoe fits ya I really can't stay on my time zone I ain't user friendly word to iPhone A different creature, every feature I get on is my song Well I, Well I know you got me fucked up Wow, wow, wow, wow better hold on See they don't be feeling you like they feeling me And I know I'm that answer Too old for this bullshit Zoned out, turned up Your gross must pass through fire and that's why I'm burned up Hell all in my head, peace (But I) Gaper hole in my heart too (But I) Won't pray to no saviour (Why) These days I'm too smart to I ain't came up for no area I put dough down on a fare back Niggas hood rich, I ain't there yet But I got holes like a clarinet And I jug lean and I pop pills And they hating 'cause I got skills If these pussies don't shoot me, you can bet that the punk cops will I give two shits about who's with you Laugh loud when that boom hit you On the role, like I'm too cripple Getting twisted like two nipples My soul's darker than nightride but no night light, I write all day I get fancy with them blades in, and leave blood stains in the hallway Yeah, I think they got me fucked up Everybody better hold up Cause they don't be feeling you like they feelin' me And I think I'm the answer Watch out Aus Songtexte Mania