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[feat. Clas]
Clas ain’t no stoppin’
Niggas couldn’t catch me on the rhymin’
Puttin’ my shit down from megacity to compton
To the bronx city mecca, its hip hop checkers
Hop niggas and gets town
I gets down with beats and rhyme with beat the time
And strategize and climb heights from megacity to five mights
That’s right that’s what I’m lookin’ at
It was a crooked act trying to get a meal from crooked deals
See how we feel the realness and jump the gun
Get your wrists twists, slip get dismissed
Forever, no nirvana not even dead letters
Bring back the karma
Nike wool sweaters is what we livin’ on
Its how we get it on
From black sunday to red dawn
We recognize
We read em and see em for what they are
We recognize the lies its all in the eyes, people
We read em and see em for what they are
We recognize the lies its all in the eyes, people
We read em and see em for what they are
We recognize the lies its all in the eyes, people
Yo, i showed up when you least expected it
Plus i know you’re unprotected, nigga your palms sweaty
You ain’t ready for the get-right
I’m holdin’ mics with a grip, tight
Slick night venture, through the tunnels of panic before the devil gets ya
Columbian nectar, white powder texture
We make fiends outta your whole sector
The alpha and omega of this rap sega
Set up shop with the bone dagger in the back so the plant finish
Pay the rent for the old man shivers
Shock, you were square blocks with last inch
Celebrity prince sunk behind ghetto tit
Imagine the point I could have been gatherin’
My old yacht holding the whole shit captain
For now I just pay off cops and run shit up and down your block
Shock, we recognize
We read em and see em for what they are
We recognize the lies its all in the eyes, people
We read em and see em for what they are
We recognize the lies its all in the eyes, people
We read em and see em for what they are
We recognize the lies its all in the eyes, people
Rap jungle jim, black suits, yellow tin
Fake nigga rule my plants, should i give em?
Gasoline all over his body, just lit em’
Thats what you get for fucking around in my prison
Handcuff him to the bed, chanked him t’il he bled
Now we like hittin’ the streets for like 50 heads
Acura’s, honda’s and maxima’s
Running from the cops with legs with dumb characters
Its easy, oil slick, mad greasy
Believe me, frontin’ niggas give me heebie-geebies
Oh yo what’s this? you hit a lexus
Exit, mc’s tried to give me a death wish
Even though you owe me the money
You tried get off fresh
You tried to play me junior, i ain’t dumb
We recognize
We read em and see em for what they are
We recognize the lies its all in the eyes, people
We read em and see em for what they are
We recognize the lies its all in the eyes, people
We read em and see em for what they are
We recognize the lies its all in the eyes, people
We read em and see em for what they are
We read em and see em for what they are
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