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(feat. Opio) [EXTRA PRO:] Yeah I can feel this been holdin' mics longer than Don Cornelius will this, ever end not 'till I seal this challenging your style reveal this to you wack niggaz phuck the trigga (get on the ground) and try to peel this 'cause I'ma heal this, meaning your wounds and scars froze your flows, compose you down from G to R then expose you to the star that I caught you in and plus this motherphucka' brought a friend so you're not scary, very silly really nothin' puffin' out ya chest I doubt ya fresh and Billy's bluffin' and so it's cool for you to do your clout was less soon as you did that ya shit's wack forget rap Songtextethere's extra robes in your choir stand while you admirin' the niggaz in higher places who are firin' you weak shit so knock on Opio they wanna be dropped on (come on give it to 'em) [OPIO:] Yeah Hieroglyphics rock on outlastin' the niggaz graspin' on to the past when they was everlastin' let the times pass 'em now they gaspin' for breath with nothin' left they used to be def I guess they blacked out they need to back out wack wasn't our shit from jump I never did give a damn about a punk MC my sworn enemy I live to see 'em all fall off just memories 'cause we the uncontested Hieroglyphics unimpressed wit' (what) the shabby competition, they gets left quick plus these R&B niggaz on they dick they betta' stick to singin' stop clingin' to the real shit, listen get a clear understandin', this is competition demandin' you can't get a hand in I stay on top, I'm never landin' leavin' MC's scramblin' I keep 'em grounded they can't compound slick lyrics together never had it in 'em, better leave that shit alone simp to the women for a minute that's how ya livin' give it up man, ya lost it ya look exhausted ya betta' off wit' the Heartbreaks, singin' backup 'cause ya slackin' tremendously, ya never win ya mic gets smacked up disagree (huh), ya disallusioned 'cause ya losin', jerk take some time out stutterin', can't even get ya phuckin' rhyme out who da champ?, who da joke?, let's find out straight out the O' and niggaz love me fo' it the mack poet down wit' Extra Pro, it don't stop y'all and niggaz can't catch up unmatched, diggin' niggaz on the mic I'm such a pimp and don't attempt, ya can't touch me shut that shit up, ya weak (yeah) I make the freaks get up [CHROUS:] "(It don't stop)don't stop(don't quit)don't quit [x4] (We gotta' come wit' the funky shit)" [EXTRA PRO:] Now Hieroglyphics ain't no motherphuckin' joke so soak, in the liquids and bottles of dopeness I won't be so subtle to rope this around ya neck we got respect hocus pocus try ta focus ya see into me and ya read into the beats sweet is my style, I'm disturbed I got a list and mile of MC's that don't pile the right vowels I'll, listen and laugh (ha, ha, ha...) while you don't have what we have, I'm dismissin' yo' staff and if you ain't followin' then you missin' the wrath have you forgotten, I'm fed up shut up, when I'm speakin' while you're seekin' a style we rock on the weekend now you're peekin' at me and my man while we're freakin', reekin' the smell of funks punks, get the leakin' (ha) from the dillz (but they still ain't fresh) time ta chill. . . Aus Songtexte Mania