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This nigga take it back like Blacksploitation flicks 

And Afros where niggas trying to catch this shit 

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 shit while y'all niggas 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 

Niggas try to stop the force 

(You know we on course) 

Thinking that they have the source 

(When ya catch 'em, show 'em no remorse) 

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 

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 shit 

(Talkin' 'bout ya shooting off clips) 

Yo, we waiting for the mothership 

But most of y'all niggas 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 nigga Kaz, I'm letting off battle drills 

I'm your replacement 

(Replacement) 

Madlib up in the basement 

(Madlib up in the basement) 

Now, on that subject 

(What you talkin' about, cat?) 

Talking 'bout ya wack MC's 

We drop a sound piece 

(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) 

Niggas 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 niggas 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