Lyrics:

Make you go
Soul for soul over mic control
Kid you cant touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil sell me his jewels
He was out to cold mock me
And play you for fools
Kid, you know the rules must be smokin super cools
Try to diss me on the low got to be a psycho
Thats aight though
You know you wont see me shakin
Im out to blow the spot on whos real and whos fakin
Whos givin, whos takin, whos livin, whos starvin
Diss me on the mic its time for headstone carvin
And then tap right ya,
Ill strike ya like lightin
Dissolve ya like powder
So turn it up louder
Go on pump the wattage
Get the cheese by cottage
I like mean streaks
I like Spanish freaks
I like Korean barbecue
Im like old school beats
But...

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I'm sick of all the shit thats droppin
And Im tired of all the lip thats poppin
And all the wack attitudes people coppin
Im only tryin to get a few heads boppin

It go bang bang boogie
Im sick like a loogie
Im wiser than bud
Im thicker than blood
Im older than time
Im only from divine
How can you be so bold and think that youll take mine
Im cash like Johnny its the highway man
And Im walkin this line the best way I can
With my farmers tan and my bloodshot eyes
I aint bodied no one
I aint chopped no bod
With the butters from the gutters
Im about to explode
And blow the spot for folk nave up the Gun Hill Road
Like artillery shells
Been from heaven to hell
And Im a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell
Cause...

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