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Now all I've got is about five minutes, five seconds Using lyrics as my weapon to show you a slight lesson Then you hear it, you're high steppin' Give it to you like a preacher Not afraid to tell it raw, presentation, main like the feature You hear this Woodbury anthem in nationwide dance clubs Holding DJ's for ransom, now put up your hands son Murderous hits like Cancer creeping like a phantom The streets release my beat and get your feet Moving like a dancer How can the critics miss? I'm well known like Genesis The number one lyricist, you'll be like, â??Damn, will he finish this?â? I don't know a soul that's due to harm me Go ahead, bring your knowledge and we'll battle like an army My lyrics will scar thee Leave you in deep depression Knowing a rookie MC hit you off from confession It's a blessing that I'm given this pen and paper Whether now or later, listening to this CD is a favor Listen to the hook, you can't read it like a book Yes, you will be shook Take a look into the effort that I steadily input (Chorus) Ever know an MC coming from trash in the past? SongtexteLifting spirits of these people, lyrics lethal, and they're fast Ever know a young man with so much talent? That you just look at his world, and it makes yours look like a love ballad Ever try to know a young man a little less fortunate? He's not driving a Lexus, but he's driving a Stanza or a Corsica All of you who know me, always ignoring, though you heard me Second expression, verse two, huh...this is getting dirty For a description, I stand six-foot tall, one hundred and eighty pounds I'm not a thug, I'm not a prep...I just like the way it sounds I have brown hair, hazel eyes...a fit stomach and muscle thighs Five percent body fat that you notice when I arrive I'm a laid back brother, slinging raps like no other Coming straight from the gutter, Preppy Thug mothafucka Tell your mothers, tell your daddy Mad at me? Think I'm tacky? Quick like McNair, huh, **and you'll never sack me** Or Eddie George, **never tackle me** Forget about the curse words, this is a masterpiece Talking slick rattles me, tickles my funny bone Quick with the microphone, and I'm not afraid to let it show Excuse me; I'm upfront as I lay these beats Calling your best friend a punk, both trying to grab my front row seats Well-known local artist with an integrated style Literary miles run with an imitated smile Down and dirty in a drastic situation Sitting in perspiration during massive meditation (Chorus) Ever know an MC coming from trash in the past? Lifting spirits of these people, lyrics lethal, and they're fast Ever know a young man with so much talent? That you just look at his world, and it makes yours look like a love ballad Ever try to know a young man a little less fortunate? He's not driving a Lexus, but he's driving a Stanza or a Corsica Ever known a man who was destined to be a vocalist? You're listening straight from the heart, now here's your third dosage Now, I'm approaching twenty-one in the year 2003 Reading Source and Vibe magazines Twisted bed sheets with only half-a-dream Satin themes going through your head when you sight this Wondering how many will try and recite this, or ever like this Will you support me? Will the label divorce me? You wanna hear more of me Hold up, it's coming, don't force me Now I'm a keep it clean, now that wasn't bad was it? The second dose was a little strict, but I had to vent on something You know? Pac isn't dead, besides it's all Suge's fault Excuse me again...but his severed body should be cold on the asphalt Trying to murder and assault; on a lyrical genius Quite like myself, been this way since the fetus I will haunt you like a demon, try and battle my facts I'll have your MC status on the racks, and in packs I delete your cells at that The cells that make you think because you're appalled by my dexterity It's imperative I'm no parity...though it's the rarity, my polarity (Chorus) Ever know an MC coming from trash in the past? Lifting spirits of these people, lyrics lethal, and they're fast Ever know a young man with so much talent? That you just look at his world, and it makes yours look like a love ballad Ever try to know a young man a little less fortunate? He's not driving a Lexus, but he's driving a Stanza or a Corsica Ever know a man with just too many differentials? Listen to this fourth verse â??cause it's essential Now, how many times on an album of a solo artist? Have you heard a fourth verse and still coming like the hardest? It's a tragedy and full-blown blasphemy No one's tracking me You can cheer it and they can jeer it Pump this in your speakers while you're steering Now what you think you see is a wannabe, and not my destination You need to have a conversation...it becomes a whole new operation You'll see the man in me, the real insanity And why I'm on this mission to degrade competition Taking over MC positions without any type collisions With any other kind of lyrically master-minded fiends All in it for the money, filled with greed for the green It's not like that with me, and I don't do it for the fame My name's still the same in this game I will rein Now, this is my first joint and it's already a platinum hit Ice already wraps my wrist, people talking that and this about the dreams that I'm staking Not quite taken, yet not quite bachelor Preppy Thug coming at â??cha, fire hot like a match book Trigonometry master, nobody faster...can't be captured Now I'm tired of cynical, critical and ignorant kids Saying that they know me from Adam, that's an irrelevant bid Tell â??em like it is, tell me your biz And what it is you have to do with me Why do you cause me scrutiny? Thinking you'll keep fooling me I'm a thug, I'm a jerk...huh, that's only YOUR opinion You have no dominion on others' thoughts of this process It won't cost less, and I might get smart less If you keep your mouth shut You're talking crazy to Preppy Thug? You must not get out much If you're causing hating, or you're the reason the genre's fading you can bite me All you do is entice me Give me the reason to believe and succeed daily and nightly Don't fight me, I'm where this originates, one of the greats Wanna hear more? Buy the rest, compact disks and tapes â??Thank you, thank you, THANK you...screw you, you're a hater...I'm out.â? Aus Songtexte Mania