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Verse: Step into the realm, hater get lost or catch a backhand from both hands like kriss kross I bust more seed than Johnny apple tree planter ya'll niggas one sided like a copy from a scanner. Banner of Sound Tribe, we put it in the air like our middle fingers are cuz we don't really care line em' up, load the gun, shoot em' all down empty the clip then move to the next round. Down for the cause like nobody else and thats why our products are flying off every shelf and thats why your album sits in the same spot you rappers ain't hot, don't think we forgot. Not only are we the damn illest but anytime you pass us a track, homie we kill it and anytime you hop on a track homie you stop it cuz as soon as they press play , they wanna change topics. Now, iller than I've ever been like they didn't hear all my hoes tell me cum again. Magnificent, I am the one and only partying at the top, homie it ain't lonely I got bitches on the leash like lyrics on the pad my sloppy seconds are best you ever had. So when you see me, homie don't trip I pop whole bottles, you can't afford to sip. I can't breathe when I'm standing on my wallet Songtextecuz there's no air in space, I need a whatchamacallit: space suit, follow suit, general, all salute or you end up in a fiasco like Wasalu Jaco, I got killers on my payroll and they'll have you on the run anytime I say so. I got power like Count Money and Slik got the whole world on my ballsac, wanna lick? Let me catch my breath homie I'm wildin' go back to math class if you think you got a problem. 2 + 1 = T-H-E add 2 more and you've got W-Z. Free ain't in my vocabulary, I'm a hustler, stack cash cuz its necessary. Legendary like KRS-One the teacher, just when you thought you took over, you get Ether-ed. Then raped over like a knife in a gunfight but take it with a smile, it's all fun right? I mixed the limelight with a little bit of lemon, sprite in my hand, cash in my denim. So follow me, let it be like John Lenin tryna stop me Paul McCartney? squash the beetle, quit stressin' keep em' guessin', never let em' know my next move keep scratching the record just to change up the groove. Tunes keep bumpin' in my system R.I.P. to Big and Pac cuz we miss them. I ain't even tryna fill their shoes I just want the whole world to remember Thewz, like MLK, not Adolf H like Malcolm X man whatever it takes. And when I get it, I'mma sail off into the sunset... I cleaned out my locker, no more gun threats. (Thanks to Matthew for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania