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'98 I was giving 'em Gang Related and killing 'em, man I gave it petroleum I'm the great, I'm the flippin' one, can't debate it, I'm realest, ?some plan to statin' their? sodium I take off and get No See Umz, indescribable feeling when you never gonna let go Feed 'em, lead 'em without a podium, but they call you the Holy one Making you "Mental Giant", but the hater's shoulders' Napoleon Running like b-o-l-t, I tried it back in the day and the people felt me Now every time a feature come the knees to melt T But the fees are wealthy, try'na seize the belt he-he Standing high as Hotel Peachtree Tecca N9na supernatural like a ti-ki Steady waiting for another MC to teach me Never happen when they study my kinda species They wanna go bro handle those Play with a goat, your antidote is land a can of broke, so Hannibal Don't provoke no animal, you fan of foe I'm killing you and your flow no land for botanicals Never stammer though, cherry'd up like it's Santa clothes If you really don't understand the flow, (Buck ya!) I'ma give you Conico, I'ma given you Amico If you didn't know Tecca N9na is hella flammable And I finally got my shot off in the big league Time for me to eat, I'ma turn the beat into minced meat Nascar, I'm a fast car to your ten-speed Launch 'em, I'ma bout to wash 'em, give 'em a rinse please Going against me you'll need like ten teams Letras de cancionesI'm making the rim lean, my style is ripped jeans Listen, I'ma give 'em bars that's sweeter than 16's The head starving, charge 'em, large as a big-screen We going against all your dogs, ain't this breed They mad when I hit the gas, can't pass my slipstream In my bag and I'm on my way to grab my six rings Ain't no lying, one of them guys that fly with no wings I'm five below freeze, court-side, you nosebleeds And I go high speed, the line what I lead These rhymes are crime scenes, I find the right themes Yeah big three in Miami, the Heat is what I bring Breathe, nah, I ain't even catching my breath Yeah, sidestep, hit 'em with a right then left Ain't no biceps when I tell 'em I big flex This is high-def but I bet they don't see me sweat I had a 50-50 season and got a call for a Tech "I know you ain't got no chain 'Bo, go get on they neck" This one about respect and I ain't tend to make a mess I said it all with my chest, now tell me who to address, cause I sling out That's right, if not for cracked pipes The gat to rap tight, I'm frightening [?] That stripe you like to back bite Don't got your facts right said my team jolts That's hype, you might get that fight Ignite the fast life, your nice dreams [?] Swiping [?], I sing notes Striking like a lightning bolt H-I-G-H, I ain't messing with you, get the hell out my face Painting the picture, the definition is insane Don't see it, just get the paper brother, write out my name D-E-A-F You can't hear me even if you wanna lean in and press- Your being to speakers, increase the dB's the best Fed it to me, now the big leave the quest Inevitably see the checks and veterans see me invest (UK) Pick 'em up and put 'em down, tunnel vision Like a sprinter quickened up and get around duck a quitter Gotta miss 'em, leave 'em tripping, see 'em frown Finicky foolish fucks they never see me flounder Hit the switches like Usain with insane strides Twisting like an E-F-I, stay in your lane [?] underground You play it safe, we throwing trains guys Circle 'em, ain't nothing we say go in a straight line So now your up in the air The Yellow Brick Road to stroll, tough atmosphere The lyrics be froze, we throw luck outta here We hit 'em with bolts, the goat's scruff can appear And if he shows he probably didn't come alone Bet you anything Coolie is probably watching from the drone Iso and X, we know he rapping through the phone So before you get to clapping, we be standing on your throne (Go) Can't nobody really gotta get an upper hand of me, I be comin' in on 'em and ?sendin' more bombin'? to rappers who focus amenity Calamity for your collective, I'm at the defective I'm the dopest, that ain't subjective I'm twisted like my hater's digestive Track wanna get on the Tech with track, track with Tech, un- Scrunch your face, you don't gotta act that perplexed I've been dope since that mess planet Earth got me into Now everybody wanna get me on a song, dropping like Tenchu Wanna get out the ghetto, I'ma still rap like rent's due Pull strings like cellos and Geppetto might avenge you Gotta connect the dots to fill a lock box for [?] Cause lately the symphony of oppression fills what I jot In the ghetto, tummy full of jello, still hungry People disappoint you, leave you hanging like a bungee Unsanitary circumstances, need a hazmat Walking through my city, I been at it since a onesie Top city, everybody wanna rock with me Lord have mercy, all my victims are purposely Convict 'em, how can I sleep if not, homie that's all I got I wake up in the ghetto and get on my laptop Give every piece of my soul, right down to the last thought Never forgetting one scene of the battle I have fought Blood trails follow me as I trek the blacktop Telling the journey of the most wealthy have-nots I sling out That's right, if not for cracked pipes The gat to rap tight, I'm frightening [?] That stripe you like to back bite Don't got your facts right said my team jolts That's hype, you might get that fight Ignite the fast life, your nice dreams [?] Swiping [?], I sing notes Striking like a lightning bolt From Letras Mania