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[00:11.29]Used to get bent, now I represent to the fullest
[00:14.63]Pencil is full of insolent bullets
[00:16.55]I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
[00:19.04]Mixed with a toxic, the plot begins to thicken
[00:21.38]I begin to spittin' like vintage Pac
[00:23.03]Demented, demonic, sinister
[00:24.62]Ever since the Doc' replenished me
[00:26.34]The day he gave me that shot when I was just about to quit
[00:28.80]So to not see him with me would be a shockin' image
[00:31.28]And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
[00:33.77]'Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
[00:35.43]And knock me to the canvas, even the boxin' critics
[00:38.13]Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
[00:41.82]Eat me broccoli, spinach, cocky? Nope
[00:44.01]But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at
[00:46.89]This and put emphasis on the "dope"
[00:48.51]So when names come up, in that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
[00:52.13]And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow
[00:54.47]You won't find anywhere
[00:55.65]When it fires and I unload, my pen explodes
[00:57.52]'Til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
[00:59.52]Let insults fly every 60 seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
[01:03.68]In school I was so shy, timid
[01:05.49]Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
[01:07.91]Beggin' my mom for K-Mart MacGregors
[01:09.63]'Cause those were new, St. Vincent de Paul
[01:11.36]Those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
[01:13.87]But kissed them old days, adiós, I did it
[01:15.90]They said I was a gimmick
[01:17.02]Now I'm the one that those guys mimic
[01:18.68]Now you fuckers don't wanna go startin' no argument
[01:20.98]'Cause you know I'll win it
[01:22.26]Name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front
[01:25.43]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[01:28.23]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[01:31.04]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[01:33.77]Don't front, you know I got you open, word
[01:36.35]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[01:38.99]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[01:41.68]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[01:44.13]Yo, why you frontin'?
[01:45.36]You know I got you open, kid
[01:46.70]Rest in peace to Big Proof
[01:48.17]You was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
[01:49.98]Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowin' through me
[01:52.51]I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
[01:55.17]I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
[01:57.70]I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
[01:59.95]Better watch the fuckin' tone that you speak
[02:01.64]Feel like I'm in the zone, I'm in a whole different league
[02:04.15]On my motherfuckin' own, it's just me
[02:05.97]No opponents can compete
[02:07.17]And I've never been known to retreat
[02:08.34]From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat
[02:10.97]I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say "Bon appétit!"
[02:13.37]'Cause I don't know what to eat
[02:14.88]Fuckin' microphone or the beat
[02:16.34]Bitch, nobody's mind works like mine
[02:18.13]It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
[02:20.98]'Cause I rhyme like I'm still tryna get signed
[02:22.96]Up in the Ebony Show-case
[02:24.12]With Denaun screamin' "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
[02:26.87]Never asked you like my shit from the get
[02:29.02]I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
[02:31.36]You had you a nice run, now take a hike
[02:33.80]I ever meet my match, I'ma strike that bitch first
[02:36.57]'Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
[02:39.13]The real rappers get their mothafuckin' skills crackin'
[02:41.86]Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
[02:44.06]You don't like it? Suck a cock! Almost forgot
[02:46.21]Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down!
[02:49.09]'Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
[02:51.13]They jerked me around, so what's up now?
[02:53.52]Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound like
[02:56.27]Rubbin' it in and holdin' some grudge now? But don't front
[03:00.02]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[03:02.73]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[03:05.24]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[03:08.23]Don't front, you know I got you open, word
[03:11.09]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[03:13.59]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[03:16.09]Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
[03:18.66]Yo, why you frontin'?
[03:19.76]You know I got you open, kid
[03:21.03]Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
[03:23.54]Now I write the type of shit to make you wipe
[03:25.84]But wear diapers, 'cause you might leave a streak
[03:27.82]I'm on a streak, windshield wipers couldn't wipe
[03:29.67]It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump in tonight
[03:32.28]'Cause I'm hyper or somethin'
[03:33.40]Needin' someone or somethin' is lightin'
[03:35.04]This fire under me, it's breathin' new life
[03:36.60]It's like I already died once
[03:38.47]I guess some people only live twice, and it's funny
[03:40.86]My days of being broke were so long ago
[03:42.67]I lost all concept of money
[03:44.07]But you dimes won't get a fuckin' nickle from me
[03:46.33]Oh shit, I'm down on one knee
[03:47.70]I'm havin' a stroke of genius—Elizabeth, I'm comin' to you, honey
[03:51.13]From boy to man
[03:52.40]And still make a whore moan, like a thyroid gland
[03:55.52]I'm in another category, man
[03:57.33]Don't group me up with them pop stars
[03:58.94]I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
[04:02.64]No offense? Yes offense
[04:04.21]Precedents has been set that'll never get met
[04:06.46]Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose
[04:08.88]Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
[04:11.16]But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't make it
[04:13.59]You can't take it, oh
[04:14.87]Got a whole generation of rappers comin' up
[04:16.25]That are nutty with the flow, but convince me you've heard
[04:17.98]An MC since me who's as good with the fuckin' mincing of words
[04:20.75]Without mincing words that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
[04:23.22]Who's mentally disturbed
[04:24.32]You might as well stick a knife in me and turn
[04:26.08]It'll be like my skin bein' Indian burned
[04:28.27]Hah, bitch, there isn't one, when will you learn?
[04:30.64]Never been served, if memory serves
[04:32.86]I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words
[04:35.85]You know I got you open kid, stop frontin'
[04:38.44]You know I got you open, Word Life...
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