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[Featuring: Rapper Big Pooh, Joe Scudda and T3]
(Verse)
I set it off like I'm F Gary Gray
I step up the scene niggas had nothing to say
Bite your tongue, keep quiet I start riots,
Homie this ain't recess,
If you feel the way, hit that eject
Reject pity, 'cause I'ma be back,
They snippin with the sea pack,
See racks that destroy tracks,
This ain't B boy rap, this ain't D boy trap,
They say be more black, tell em prease this smack,
They setting traps all the time, study to all the rhyme
You're ready to order mine, I slaughter like Columbine
I'm doing just fine without the others, go ask my brother,
And when you see my nieces tell em uncle Thomas love em
Alone in this four corner room, walls platted
When nothing really matters, but the matter of the had it
My ego been shattered, pride been bout it,
My heart been bruised, so much I turned addict,
A gluten for the pain, a motherfucking shame,
What a nigga go through before he really wanna change
I really wanna hang the old me but the new me wouldnât survive without the old me
Listen closely, rappers don't approach me,
Trickers tryina to roast me,
But I still land it like I drop down on four feet,
Say nothing drowns beat, I'm letting off steam,
Iâll be a part yours when this is the dream team, motherfucker.
(Interlude)
Oh ohh, oh ohh
(Verse)
Check!
Posted up in the corner, homie you borna
Whole game is dead, call up the coroner
9-11 on the dial, seem to relive the fowl
Walked out with the frown, left out with a smile,
Added two, like fuck em all,
Vintage stretched throwin pieces, fuck em all,
No time for it, got a client for it,
John Hancock, srible that on the line for it
Damn, tell me they couldn't read it,
Rolled out 7, told em they couldn't beat it,
Scooped out outkasts so cold as frigid
Castin their feelings, so mad they're living
Watch how I live it, now they wanna imitate,
A dude the game couldnât intimidate,
âCause I refuse to assimilate
With the in crowd, yeah I'm a rebel and I've been proud of who I am
And where I stand as a man forever vowed to hold, I hold my nuts in my hand
Threw a can but Iâm wailin
Fuck that, Iâm in it playin and Iâm stylin
(Interlude)
Oh ohh, oh ohh
(Verse)
Appreciate me while I'm still here,
I do a magic trick, disappear out my ocular,
Respect drum can't see with binoculars,
Hold life, should have put it in the journal
Read it at night, small light nocturnal,
I'm like a wild sky, live the truth lies,
Call me Mr. Mix cause Iâm much too live
Ain't talking bout the grip, nor I'm talking bout God
There ainât shit to say to me, you steppin out of line
Yeah y'all niggas make believe fairytale lovers
Can't stay ahead of us so parallel lovers
Even though we stay afloat like a paracell hover
Yeah I saw my faults and I come through it
So fluent, now nigga time cruisin, yeah
Get on my level kid you know what I get it then
But instead dog I stack green pyramids.
- Album:
- Yes!
- Vintage
- Dirty Slums 2
- Evolution
- B Sides
- Slum Village
- Non-Album Releases
- Detroit Deli: A Taste of Detroit (2004)
- Villa Manifesto
- Fantastic, Volume II
- Fantastic Vol 2 Instrumentals Pt. 1
- 30 Second Ring Tones
- Slum Village (Clean Version)
- Yes Yes - Single
- Fan-Tas-Tic, Volume 1
- Fantastic, Volume 1
- Sex
- Slum Village Greatest Hits Vol. 2
- Prequel to a Classic
- Fan-Tas-Tic, Vol. 1