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(feat. DJ BoogieBoy, Rhyme Fest) [E.C. spoken] Here we go once again Back for more Keep it on like this til the break of dawn Show y'all how some real MC's cold rock the mic and get things right [Chorus] Rock, rock, y'all, to the funky cuts Freak freak, y'all. These nigga can't get enough Hold tight, y'all and it'll be alright Low Life, y'all, we keep it live all night [E.C.] A Yo, I'm burning motherfuckers like Tiajuana hoes Got a master degree in these devistating flows And I know that y'all recognize the enemy I'm an MC with tall skill and some mark ass ability Living by ideals, hip hop pioneers instilled in me And while you act like someone else, myself is who I'm thrilled to be And still you be thinkin that you're ample But don't you wonder why your labels cuttin off your ends like a sample? I trample MC's like the running of the bulls up in Spain And make a living giving motherfuckers pain I reign as the wack crew attacker, Low Life cracker, SongtexteBeat and snare jacker, I'm after Any who oppose and want to bring it And now that you've quit rappin, motherfucker, you can sing it, uhhh [Chorus x2] [Rhyme Fest] E.C. and Rhyme Fest, the hella shocka, tell a doctor That this nigga broke his neck trying to do the helicopter Call the pastor, 'cause when I blast ya, who's the master? I daze and create ways like Legendary Traxster Staying bolder, as I get older, the mic holder Beat niggas around the world 'cause I'm a universal soldier It's time to annihilate any and all Competition who by wishin Ill would drop like a waterfall And get wet up. I'll blow your whole set up E.C. smack him in his face if he ever hold his head up I strike like lightning and hit like a truck Blew you up so bad intensive care wouldn't give a fuck So why should I if you die? This ain't Amen, but fuck with Ill and like Deacon, you're gonna Fry [Chorus x2] [scratching and cutting until fade by DJ BoogieBoy] Aus Songtexte Mania