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(feat. Big Red, John Dough, K. Terrorbull, Ras Kass) [John Doe] Lyrically I'm kinda dope, mentally I'm tryna cope Cause financially I'm broke, can't afford a dime or smoke But what I kinda hope is these cats stop frontin Sit your ass down and read a mothafucking book or somethin' John Dough, my dough is like fire Actin like your raw niggas, so sure I'm a liar Now ya should know better than step to the D-O-U-G-H With the flow, hope I be MC to be Be the kind to rock (rock), spit like a glock When it comes to ass nigga, I get a whole lot I be the winner away, get ready step On your mark, get set, go, flow like a ? A whole lot of bitches wanna know the reason I fuck, bust nuts afterschool then I'm leavin Open season on all you wack niggas know who y'all be So come come now and let the dope set you free [Hook x2] You in the wrong place at the wrong time Fuckin with the wrong emcee with the wrong rhyme You better look outside nigga, it's a long line And it ain't a game dude you can't call mine Songtexte[Big Red] Chronologically my geneology cause lobotomy Continuing the oddysey, deciphering philosophy Possibly, questions of life are solved logically Prodigies, in a state of being exist consciounsally I'm flippin this, to the customs of the carniverous Medieval knights take flight, we stand tiverous Flippin this world of straight ferris Share is of our brothers burst in a precise of brain surgeons Ignite torches to realign forces Remain cautious, these rough seas got a brother nauseous Perhaps you in the wrong place at the wrong time But fine wine got my mind clouded with the light shine I write rhymes with intentions of climbin through dimensions Then preparin myself for the ascension Global vention, I shut down engines Engage vengeance on everyone? for the ??? [Hook x2] [K. Terrorbul] By the breath first whistles, you'se already out of bounds Dealin with this lyrical law you are abound Take all you rappers to school, fail and flunk ya Then leave ya fiendin possestion of acupuncture Better take a long breath, second guess your decision We're shiftin gear with this lyrical 5 speed transmission Battlin me, you better come in with weapons My lavish breath flows 4.9 seconds Before you sign that contract with your penmanship Bout to hit you with the soon free trial membership Don't worry bout it kid, I do favors for niggas in debt Some say I got a warm heart with the wrong intent I'm K. Terror, warning now I'm raider rap preparin Doin a sinful deed of pads and some leather Through lousy weather, king's to adjust some menace K.T. murder ass niggas forever [Hook x2] [Ras Kass] Now I'm the one with the million dollar smile and three dollars to my name Don't play the game and waste your five minutes of fame on the money exchange Let me explain I'm tryin to stack seven digits to be a corporate figure Call you a nigga, bastard in Texaco Discussin how future checks should flow When my agent over mocha espresso Imported by Mia, Mexico, say it don't matter lyrically your records show Or how intellectual Guess I need to start extorting magazine editors Like the almighty R.S.O. It's all good, I don't eva hate a playa I'ma drop metaphors and leave my mark on the world like a meteor Reality bites like bad blow jobs The bitch is a lesbian so how you married to the mob George Burns is god, Ronald McDonald is the Anti-Christ Ras got soul like poltergeist, what though Aus Songtexte Mania