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Ha, ha Yo, I stay real I gotta pay bills I be a pusher man Just call me Curtis Mayfield I draw like Picasso Red Billy Blanco I made it, I'm like Mitch Green Did it with one eye closed Meanin' I'm a rhyme fest Rhyme fest, what up? My career is in fifth gear, and I'm near the clutch I'm writin' for my home team Strapped like I'm Bo Keen Making sure them youngins keep their eye up off of my chain (Let's go) Brick City militant Jay Dilla diligent Blackin' out like Eminem These kids love my riddle and I'm back My character, textbook of a winner I'm shuttin' the lights off when I talk It's Jimmy Lennon It's Redman, bruh You ain't gon' hear me on the radio Yo, I'm too explicit for the radio Letras de cancionesYou don't get airplay with bars out of sand Quittin' word up That's why I keep a grill on my cameo Look at 'em These little niggas, they ain't learn nothin' (Nah) That's why I mean muggin' Creepin' like Eileen Cousin (Let's go, nigga) Fightin' with a pen and pad I got the Art of War I'm up like them quad wheels, I done bought them all Redman, fuck the world Make a meme out of it James Bond with the phone, so I can screenshot him (Let's go) Lyrically suicide, I'm on my Steve Jobs Even an amputee hand (Yes sir) tryna give me five Yeah (Bang) Yo, we be movin' over here Yo, we be movin' over here You see a boss over here, nigga (Keep goin') Yeah, I don't play games (Yeah) I'm tryna stay alive So run and tell J.J., I'm dynamite (Yeah) Yo, we be movin' over here (Let's go, nigga) Yo, we be movin' over here You see a boss over here, nigga (Keep goin') Yo, I don't play games I'm tryna stay alive (Yeah) So run and tell J.J., I'm dynamite (Yeah) I'm dynamite (Yeah) I'm dynamite (Yeah) The dynamite The dynamite Yeah, cause we be movin' over here (Yeah) Lyrical Heron, fuck what they movin' over there (Uh-huh) Talk shit, these niggas they get put in urgent care I don't judge them, I just listen to these rappers to be fair (Facts) But it's nothin' to compare I give your whole buzz a year That shit you rap about, when we met it wasn't there Where your guns at nigga? Where your Tupac's, Biggie's and Pun's at nigga? Where your Funk Doc's, Meth's, Iron Lungs at nigga? Got my goons watchin' like, yo who brung that nigga? Your career over fast, unsung that nigga (Yeah) Tray 8, Black Mask, bum, bum that nigga Knife wound, chest open, one lung that nigga It's Donnie, Sylvie B, Bobby Bachelor I hate how they be actin' If you a sucker, then the suckers you gon' be attractin' (Let's go Sheek) Yeah, this that 54 show This the bandned from TV This that reservoir flow This that dope money, Chic, Looch, Edgar Allan Poe Yo, I got weed and brown liquor for you baby mamma I voted for her eight years like I did Obama (Come here, baby) Call a Duty and the sprinter on my way to Reno (Yeah) Peakin' out like I'm rich, while I drink Pinot (Let's go Sheek) Yo Doc, we movin' over here Yo, we be movin' over here Yo, we be movin' over here You see a boss over here, nigga (Keep goin') Yeah, I don't play games (Yeah) I'm tryna stay alive So run and tell J.J., I'm dynamite (Yeah) Yo, we be movin' over here (Let's go, nigga) Yo, we be movin' over here You see a boss over here, nigga (Keep goin') Yo, I don't play games I'm tryna stay alive (Yeah) So run and tell J.J., I'm dynamite (Yeah) I'm dynamite (Yeah) I'm dynamite (Yeah) The dynamite The dynamite I'm dynamite (Yeah) I'm dynamite (Yeah) The dynamite The dynamite Hey man, kick a lil' somethin' for all them cars that got the woofers in the trunk Let's give em somethin' they can ride to then From Letras Mania