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  • This ***** take it back like blacksploitation flicks
    And afros where ****** trying to catch this ****
    I was "uhh", three years ago,
    If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche
    If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)
    We're rushing through with raw delight
    We're dropping that **** while y'all ****** bite
    Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)
    Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)
    We come though spreading light
    While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype
    We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase
    ****** try to stop the force, (you know we on course)
    Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)
    [wild child]
    Hey man, i've got a question for you,
    Can you feel me? speaking on you wack mc's
    Ya saying "not really", that's cuz i cut ya hands off
    Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate
    You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at lamda lamda
    Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems
    I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like sly stallone
    Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth
    Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute
    Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists
    Direct 'em towards those wack mc's please as i reminisce
    You might have more dollars than you have common sense
    The lp's stand ground like hercules
    Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black
    People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track
    I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing
    Music be the only way to express how i'm feeling
    Ya conniving like clinton, with more nerve than, judge judy
    You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty
    [madlib]
    But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack mc's
    Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)
    But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta g's
    Y'all up on some other ****,
    (talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)
    Yo, we waiting for the mothership,
    But most of y'all ****** is the reason that half of us brothers have split
    (yo, it's a damn shame)
    You know i'm kicking true to the game
    You know i am to keep it real
    Like my ***** kaz, i'm letting off battle drills
    I'm your replacement (replacement)
    Madlib up in the basement (madlib up in the basement)
    [wild child]
    Now on that subject,(what you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack
    Mc's
    We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real
    Not like them fake gangsta g's
    I rock the mic and strike while dictating light
    I'm peaking, you keep weakening like kryptonite
    Yo, what i'm tired of, absence of the high above
    ****** riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up
    So i'm bringing back something that was never lost
    Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious
    The 8-0-5 ****** got soul like kato
    When you swing i'll block blows, rock roll the cradle
    So, ay yo, on beats i'm like the tazmanian tornado
    Wild child live from the 5 that be 8-0!
  • This ***** take it back like blacksploitation flicks
    And afros where ****** trying to catch this ****
    I was "uhh", three years ago,
    If you didn't know that we keep it fresh like douche
    If you didn't know, y'all need that extra push (when y'all up on the mic)
    We're rushing through with raw delight
    We're dropping that **** while y'all ****** bite
    Speaking 'bout ya copycats (ya copycats)
    Ya weak beats and ya sloppy raps (ya sloppy raps)
    We come though spreading light
    While ya weak lyrics spread negative hype
    We kicking true forms of music, sketches of sound increase
    ****** try to stop the force, (you know we on course)
    Thinking that they have the source (when ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse)
    [wild child]
    Hey man, i've got a question for you,
    Can you feel me? speaking on you wack mc's
    Ya saying "not really", that's cuz i cut ya hands off
    Time to set the story straight, brothers looking for their fate
    You was that nerd fake cat who went to school at lamda lamda
    Trying not to recite the rhymes so you bite the poems
    I slap your lip, so you talk sideways like sly stallone
    Face the truth, my fists are guided to knock your left tooth
    Lyrically, ya moms rhymes better than you and she's deaf mute
    Step two times to the left, throw up ya fists
    Direct 'em towards those wack mc's please as i reminisce
    You might have more dollars than you have common sense
    The lp's stand ground like hercules
    Let's take that fake cat, break back and make black
    People around the world realize they trying to play us like 8-track
    I formulate rhymes to educate all those who's killing
    Music be the only way to express how i'm feeling
    Ya conniving like clinton, with more nerve than, judge judy
    You'd be a good ass looking girl because ya rhymes sound booty
    [madlib]
    But on that subject, on talking bout ya wack mc's
    Ya comin' like counterfeit (phony)
    But back in the days y'all wasn't no killas, gambinos, or gangsta g's
    Y'all up on some other ****,
    (talkin' bout ya shooting off clips)
    Yo, we waiting for the mothership,
    But most of y'all ****** is the reason that half of us brothers have split
    (yo, it's a damn shame)
    You know i'm kicking true to the game
    You know i am to keep it real
    Like my ***** kaz, i'm letting off battle drills
    I'm your replacement (replacement)
    Madlib up in the basement (madlib up in the basement)
    [wild child]
    Now on that subject,(what you talkin' about, cat?) talking 'bout ya wack
    Mc's
    We drop a soundpiece, we keep it, we keep it, we keep it real
    Not like them fake gangsta g's
    I rock the mic and strike while dictating light
    I'm peaking, you keep weakening like kryptonite
    Yo, what i'm tired of, absence of the high above
    ****** riot up, and then blame it on the blaze they've fired up
    So i'm bringing back something that was never lost
    Cuz you know we can't just forget about them peeps who's strictly conscious
    The 8-0-5 ****** got soul like kato
    When you swing i'll block blows, rock roll the cradle
    So, ay yo, on beats i'm like the tazmanian tornado
    Wild child live from the 5 that be 8-0!