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Get yourself together now Because it's hit time You're known as the hit makers Record breakers, party makers They'll make your back crack, your liver quiver For all you cats, they bound to put mo' dips in your hips Mo' cut in your strut, mo' glide in your stride If you don't dig that, you gotta hole in your soul If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address They gon' sing mighty loud and clear Ayo, the music made 'em jump back Fuck that, how y'all gonna come track somethin' fat Without lettin' Ali touch that Nothin' wack leaves his lips You're not serious, I got few equals and no superiors (So here he is) A seasoned veteran, an ego wreckin' I turn it up another notch to keep the people guessin' Y'all ain't fuckin with the ox so quit your feeble session Double teamin' for the evening, so you heed the lessons Sluggo Here we go Lookin at me like they know me Only bout as far as they drunk ass can throw me Do it, somebody's bound to catch it, no breakage Never that, we keep it basic like breakfast So taste it, the vitamins are subtle So tighten up to Sluggo, even try to decipher the puzzle But shut up though (Fuck that, sucka jump back) I hold the game like Notre Dame, I know your dame (We Call her hunch back), Ali run that From cats lips to gods ears We line ya'll punk bastards in crosshairs Applying our thug tactics till y'all scared Don't stop till your drunk ass hits the back stairs (ohh yeah) Fuck that, jump back, yo, what's that Drippin off her nuts Wait, why she got a nut sack? You fuckin' rappers are she-males From the retail to the e-mail The defeat felt because you need help Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow If we open for y'all it's still our show I hear the same bullshit wherever I go Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow If we open for y'all it's still our show I hear the same bullshit wherever I go Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah (Rappers steppin tight) Yeah they get they shit spun I throw a roll of quarters and cyphers and then I hit one (Yo I don't care were you represent son, where's your chicks?) We'll take her out for breakfast if you want to let your lips run Listen, I know your mission, some type of magician that likes to go fishin On the mic with air tight precision, the leaders keeping tradition When you ain't even keeping the rhythm that the DJ is spinnin Calm down little campers, I've got the answers You should fuck exotic dancers You should grow a pair of tits and some antlers It doesn't matter turn it up, what the fuck you think that amps for? I write poems, write rhymes, write my name in the snow And I could use all of that to bend the frame of your hoe And I should, but instead I'll just pay the waiter and go But if I didn't have a wife, yo your kids would be albinos Your respect is like a stick in the grass Mean mugs and tree hugs, I'll go on without it I wear my toilet paper so that y'all can kiss my ass With your tongue out and write a love song about it Write that shit inside of your book full of funny little scribbles The love comes in vomit, the money comes in dribbles The Minnesota missiles, self taught Communication, mutilation, holding pictures of your sister naked Ha ha, You to drunk to walk down the stairs And know you standing here choking on my pubic hairs Telling me your name is if you think the brother cares If you keep bumping your gums than we can fuckin' take it there I make a room full of punk rocks stop and do the walk (Wrestle shots from a cop and ask him who's your pops) Who's you daddy, Fuck that, Jump back and act happy (Sing my fuckin' fore I punch you in yo face) Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow If we open for y'all it's still our show I hear the same bullshit wherever I go Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Y'all need to watch and observe and then follow If we open for y'all it's still our show I hear the same bullshit wherever I go Like Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah