Uh Elzhi J Dilla rock on Yo I heard you was lookin for me Well it's sort a like you lookin to be in the wrong place With your arms waving getting took for ya things That ice emblem ya Benjamin and ya Timberland My raps finish em like strokes to black citizens Attack ya women friend Pull her hair til it's straight like she half Indian Collapse many men doin laps around meridian Aim for ya chest like I'm a titty man With a fetish for feelin him with a iron fist that lift like helium What y'all niggas want shock therapy Ya pop barely and fold up Ya never blow up no You full of hot air to me Another rapper claimin he hot But couldn't be if he was Damien's pop That was once an angel from God Get my jock out ya mouth now that I'm hot Can't believe nigga's a stoop so low til they limbo with the cock Well I'm Tryin to get over like a Alche to sober nights Y'all niggas ain't spittin y'all just soakin mic Getting hot headed But my shoulders ice that's why I catch the cold eye That's why you catchin holes guy inside ya four door ride I left four more slide from out the barrel Then my niggas speed a punch you in ya back to knock you out apparel What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at You lookin for me under a rock, a bush, or a tree I jump on ya block and stomp you til my foot is asleep What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at You lookin for me run in ya spot bullet and heat I bust off a glock and snuff you til you put in the deep If you want it, come and get it Get ya best nigga out ya brigade Bet everything becomes vague Clothes become beige And hearing sweet serenades and grenades I bomb like Saddam twice Smoke fills the room like the intercom vice I'm wicked enough to punch you in your inner mind's eye Until you black out and wake up within the land of Mt. Zion Wake niggas get screamed on And highly retire I got the eye of the tiger like Rocky's theme song Step in the concrete jungle I bust you til you see doubles Then watch all four of me reach for you The heat bubble ready to cock back I'm aimin shots at any nigga I even got midgets with triggers hittin the side of top hats Ready to kill ya We fully armed like Dr. Octagon Skinny limbs that flip cocky arm Cough up lung if you wanna tango Best run ya ankles You ain't fly Ya vocals sound dry like they under rain coats And the same niggas that's still after me They get chills when it get back to me Then peel back they feet like an athelete Then when they turn they back to me dramatically Them and the ground collide til they pop up on the other side with the Japanese I mean business To oppose would be suicide Ya middle name would be mud like kalauah slide All you hear is slugs So you move and dodge And try to run for cover I'm on some other, other, other Skip ya level I'm above that So what you love rap and you want mine I make ya very punchline sound like love taps They don't hit right Throw ya fist right I fist fight with a mic To submit like To ya insight Then I'm a leave ya area walked you Arogant dogs They claim you carryin sparks but couldn't bury a corpse Ha huh say What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at You lookin for me under a rock, a bush or a tree I jump on ya block and stomp you til my foot is asleep What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at You lookin for me run in ya spot bullet and heat I bust off a glock and snuff you til you put in the deep Say uh {If you want it come and get it}
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Copy to Clipboard: Uh Elzhi J Dilla rock on Yo I heard you was lookin for me Well it's sort a like you lookin to be in the wrong place With your arms waving getting took for ya things That ice emblem ya Benjamin and ya Timberland My raps finish em like strokes to black citizens Attack ya women friend Pull her hair til it's straight like she half Indian Collapse many men doin laps around meridian Aim for ya chest like I'm a titty man With a fetish for feelin him with a iron fist that lift like helium What y'all niggas want shock therapy Ya pop barely and fold up Ya never blow up no You full of hot air to me Another rapper claimin he hot But couldn't be if he was Damien's pop That was once an angel from God Get my jock out ya mouth now that I'm hot Can't believe nigga's a stoop so low til they limbo with the cock Well I'm Tryin to get over like a Alche to sober nights Y'all niggas ain't spittin y'all just soakin mic Getting hot headed But my shoulders ice that's why I catch the cold eye That's why you catchin holes guy inside ya four door ride I left four more slide from out the barrel Then my niggas speed a punch you in ya back to knock you out apparel What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at You lookin for me under a rock, a bush, or a tree I jump on ya block and stomp you til my foot is asleep What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at You lookin for me run in ya spot bullet and heat I bust off a glock and snuff you til you put in the deep If you want it, come and get it Get ya best nigga out ya brigade Bet everything becomes vague Clothes become beige And hearing sweet serenades and grenades I bomb like Saddam twice Smoke fills the room like the intercom vice I'm wicked enough to punch you in your inner mind's eye Until you black out and wake up within the land of Mt. Zion Wake niggas get screamed on And highly retire I got the eye of the tiger like Rocky's theme song Step in the concrete jungle I bust you til you see doubles Then watch all four of me reach for you The heat bubble ready to cock back I'm aimin shots at any nigga I even got midgets with triggers hittin the side of top hats Ready to kill ya We fully armed like Dr. Octagon Skinny limbs that flip cocky arm Cough up lung if you wanna tango Best run ya ankles You ain't fly Ya vocals sound dry like they under rain coats And the same niggas that's still after me They get chills when it get back to me Then peel back they feet like an athelete Then when they turn they back to me dramatically Them and the ground collide til they pop up on the other side with the Japanese I mean business To oppose would be suicide Ya middle name would be mud like kalauah slide All you hear is slugs So you move and dodge And try to run for cover I'm on some other, other, other Skip ya level I'm above that So what you love rap and you want mine I make ya very punchline sound like love taps They don't hit right Throw ya fist right I fist fight with a mic To submit like To ya insight Then I'm a leave ya area walked you Arogant dogs They claim you carryin sparks but couldn't bury a corpse Ha huh say What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at You lookin for me under a rock, a bush or a tree I jump on ya block and stomp you til my foot is asleep What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at What you want, what you want, where you at, where you at You lookin for me run in ya spot bullet and heat I bust off a glock and snuff you til you put in the deep Say uh {If you want it come and get it}
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