(feat. JoJo Pellegrino, Inspectah Deck) [Intro: Inspectah Deck (JoJo Pellegrino)] Yeah, yeah, this how it go down nigga Urban Icons, they got my nigga JoJo Pellegrino In the place to be, like Run-DMC, nigga Uh huh, Rebel INS, come on, come on, S.I., S.I. (Yo, check it out, yo, eyo) Shaolin! [JoJo Pellegrino:] How dare you insult my intelligence And question my lyrical excellence I should break your neck for this negligence Public display of ignorance Yo, matter fact the next rapper attemptin' to beats Gettin' jammed in his ass with a jagged broom stick til his finder rips I'm me at my best, you, just you with your worst So naturally you at your best, couldn't fuck with me at my worst A hungry MC willin' to blow at any cost One day I smoke the hydro and battle myself in the mirror And loss, burn you like vanilla Dutches, twisted like blunt wraps Take kids to school like yellow buses give 'em dunce caps Yo, step into me, get it poppin' like a western movie Witty punchlines is how I get 'em usually Wu harder then a bore, show your barber, some get lost Seen your flick in the Step Ya Rap Game Up column in the Source Effortlessly I smash rappers, platinum artist to napsackers Tell 'em turn around and spit, this shit is assed backwards [Interlude: JoJo Pellegrino (Inspectah Deck) {La Banga}] Yeah, this shit is assed backwards (Get out of here with your wack ass rhymes, nigga) This shit is assed backwards {Yo, you heard what he said?} (Break it off, you and your notebook, punk!) Eyo, eyo, yo [JoJo Pellegrino:] I spit heat and watch all you perspire Fuck you, my balls is twisted, I air you out like drawers in the dryer And your wifey piece, I'm all up inside her Yo, you's about to get burnt Fresh out the gates of hell I brought you some fire Hella flip flows to fifth pros off and gets hot While Pelle' grip hoes like a pit bull's jaw when it's locked Run for cover when them large guns clap, and wanna flat With a slug up in your Von Dutch cap, JJP! Ain't no beefin' with him to this beat to your chin And have you speakin' Chinese like Jin Get to cuttin' like Funk Flex scratchin' the classics And leave 'em patched up, like Jeff Hamilton jackets Once you gettin' wrapped in the rug, clapped in your mug Spun around and left face down to drown in your blood Joey Fazools, pop tools, handle the snub And my wrists all nuggity like Canada Bud Crip is weak, grips the lugar, compliments to the mafia And I don't mean the Three 6 or Junior Platinum scan 'till I'm set with this I'm sorry dad, but raps my ambition, so fuck a 401K plan and benefits Yo Sonny brought the AK man with extra clips (Yeah) Your button make you a brave man, your meant to picks (Yeah!) Snitch, dissin' Joe's like pitchin' in the winters Half time, when the whistle blows it's the beginning to your end Riches I spend, bitches I bend, you fake pimps pretend I fuck around a friend, you fuck a Rhonda friend And ain't nothin' your shorty wouldn't let me do The way they use a Don Juan, the chicks don't want nothin' to do with you Caked up like make-up, on Anna Nicole Smith grill You holdin' out the blade and leave your mug with a fish gill I'm what the fans need, the birds want, and the Bricks feel They thought I was the shit then, they think I'm the shit still, Clippers
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. JoJo Pellegrino, Inspectah Deck) [Intro: Inspectah Deck (JoJo Pellegrino)] Yeah, yeah, this how it go down nigga Urban Icons, they got my nigga JoJo Pellegrino In the place to be, like Run-DMC, nigga Uh huh, Rebel INS, come on, come on, S.I., S.I. (Yo, check it out, yo, eyo) Shaolin! [JoJo Pellegrino:] How dare you insult my intelligence And question my lyrical excellence I should break your neck for this negligence Public display of ignorance Yo, matter fact the next rapper attemptin' to beats Gettin' jammed in his ass with a jagged broom stick til his finder rips I'm me at my best, you, just you with your worst So naturally you at your best, couldn't fuck with me at my worst A hungry MC willin' to blow at any cost One day I smoke the hydro and battle myself in the mirror And loss, burn you like vanilla Dutches, twisted like blunt wraps Take kids to school like yellow buses give 'em dunce caps Yo, step into me, get it poppin' like a western movie Witty punchlines is how I get 'em usually Wu harder then a bore, show your barber, some get lost Seen your flick in the Step Ya Rap Game Up column in the Source Effortlessly I smash rappers, platinum artist to napsackers Tell 'em turn around and spit, this shit is assed backwards [Interlude: JoJo Pellegrino (Inspectah Deck) {La Banga}] Yeah, this shit is assed backwards (Get out of here with your wack ass rhymes, nigga) This shit is assed backwards {Yo, you heard what he said?} (Break it off, you and your notebook, punk!) Eyo, eyo, yo [JoJo Pellegrino:] I spit heat and watch all you perspire Fuck you, my balls is twisted, I air you out like drawers in the dryer And your wifey piece, I'm all up inside her Yo, you's about to get burnt Fresh out the gates of hell I brought you some fire Hella flip flows to fifth pros off and gets hot While Pelle' grip hoes like a pit bull's jaw when it's locked Run for cover when them large guns clap, and wanna flat With a slug up in your Von Dutch cap, JJP! Ain't no beefin' with him to this beat to your chin And have you speakin' Chinese like Jin Get to cuttin' like Funk Flex scratchin' the classics And leave 'em patched up, like Jeff Hamilton jackets Once you gettin' wrapped in the rug, clapped in your mug Spun around and left face down to drown in your blood Joey Fazools, pop tools, handle the snub And my wrists all nuggity like Canada Bud Crip is weak, grips the lugar, compliments to the mafia And I don't mean the Three 6 or Junior Platinum scan 'till I'm set with this I'm sorry dad, but raps my ambition, so fuck a 401K plan and benefits Yo Sonny brought the AK man with extra clips (Yeah) Your button make you a brave man, your meant to picks (Yeah!) Snitch, dissin' Joe's like pitchin' in the winters Half time, when the whistle blows it's the beginning to your end Riches I spend, bitches I bend, you fake pimps pretend I fuck around a friend, you fuck a Rhonda friend And ain't nothin' your shorty wouldn't let me do The way they use a Don Juan, the chicks don't want nothin' to do with you Caked up like make-up, on Anna Nicole Smith grill You holdin' out the blade and leave your mug with a fish gill I'm what the fans need, the birds want, and the Bricks feel They thought I was the shit then, they think I'm the shit still, Clippers
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