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(feat. Copywrite, J-Zone, Cage, Mr. Eon, (Mad) Skillz...) Yeah, uh, Yeah, uh (Formaldyhide salmons) Northface gooses, South Orange Avenue producers Eastcoast is the loosest (Yeah) West district is ruthless (Boom Squad nigg-uh!) We leave you toothless (P-P-P) Eastern Conference All-Stars, ah Ghetto Stars (Like this) [Tame 1] The hip-hop Anthony Perkins, constantly merkin For certain, excuse me - y'all say for sheez-ay Dogs like me be like "We want Eazy!" Tame 1 be talkin greasy, this became a D-Day Burnin more rent lines than eight major freeways My motto is 'Fuck you, don't follow' Skirts who won't swallow, or get stunk tomorrow Oh well, I still can't tell, you actin beat bitch Beat it, no secret, I'll merk you half weeded My bars are like Zanex's Broke it down to fours, they bring down yours Encyclopedia Brown, kick it in punk! [Copywrite] This no-suggresive artform, none of you bastards want it SongtexteCuz I don't paint on a canvas, I slam rappers on it Laughin at clowns with they demos, passin 'em out Pass it to me, get it tossed to the trash with a smile Bad Boy, with a long barrel that's all narrow +Shyne+ behind bars like Jamal Barrow You got a cast-iron stomach? Let's see how strong it is when I cock this and blast iron from it You flow sick, but too slow spittin your coldest I'll come up with a cure before any symtoms are noticed You tryin to shit on me - it's a dream I got a way with words like alphabet soup on a triple beam [J-Zone] You want a free verse, your label was a joke from the start You want a free beat then put a stethoscope to your heart You want free dick then baby go back to your ex You want free advice chump, shave the back of your neck I use threats over money so deejays won't play my jams Internet B-Boy's want to know what race I am Black, white, or Spanish, you figure it out Learn how to rhyme off mine and take your dick out your mouth It's 'bout to get ill in here, so stop starin bitch Old Man Big in there, Christina Aguilera's pimp UPS is hiring so close the trap Cuz my old gym techer ain't supposed to rap [Cage] I went to my grandmother's funeral, fucked up in a rush Stood over that bitch, spun embalmin fluid fiendin for dust My baby's mama taught my daughter to ask for paper Told her Disney World blew up, so I ain't had to take her My engineer's a dominatrix tryna master me My outer-body experiences got dead cops after me How my anit-pop records get played on TV? The explaination's the same is why you hate on E.C. So don't be alarmed when you see me and my soundman holdin a firearm, stompin some bitches for a ??? If my ex tries to come to the show to dumb out I'll make the crowd beat the fuck out of her 'fore I come out [Mr. Eon] It's Julius Err-ving, with wordsling Mics inverting, fuck all you stupid earthlings Y'all could shed light, if y'all were the sun Wipe the cum off a head and take a gold off of mine One top could never invade my paradime See propoganda paphlets through the ascinine Trounce with mic-stands, jump over techniques My soul got caught up in mom's ovaries No angel on my shoulder just two devils Feeding chemicals, pushing blood past legal levels It's the accomplice who's too obnoxious To accomplish, leavin you rookie fucks astonished [Skillz] Yo it's the G-H the O the S-T White A conversal with me, shit that's like talkin to fire If you touch it it burns, and you don't wanna do that You could talk to it all day and it won't talk back I still battle niggas so scrap ya plans I ain't gotta be in promotions to rap ya van Cats 2-way me all day to deliver a hit But I ain't writin shit down 'til they deliver some chips If B.I.G. was here, he'd say I was "Dead Wrong" Cuz I don't get on the radio and say verses that I said in the song It's Mad Skillz muhfucker the V.A. don E.C. emcee, AKA Shaquan [Camu Tao] All my niggas buggin out, wasted on drugs Talk shit nigga, thug it out, ya waitin on guns Cuz I'm a dirty nigga that likes the guts cut up And put my hands in the heat until my fingers burn up And pick my teeth with the remains when the bodies turn up I'll stay rotten, stay plottin on ya bitch and her cunt AIDS victim, stickin my bloody dick in the cup Cuz I'm hotter than the bobbins and skillets in ya momma kitchen I'm even hotter than the fuckin seat the Devil sits in Cold shoulder niggas get blazed forever And your heat'll never happen like rubbin to wet sticks together You fags wanna fight and shoot its whatever... Aus Songtexte Mania