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[Intro: Che Broadway]
Yeah, Avid
Do what you do on them 1 & 2s
Let’s bring’em back to Hip-Hop
[Hook: Scratches by The Avid Record Collector]
[Verse #1: Che Broadway]
I make EmCees go home – no trees no cigars
& don’t wanna come out until they write a million bars
I killed’m in bars – killed’m at open mics
Killed’m on the street where the beef heats & bare knuckled open fights
Calm and schizo – I get pure rage on
Like you turned the corner & saw a dude raping your moms (Yo)
Raise the alarm – I’m outside waving a bomb
`cause you hard in the face but Clay Aiken in the arms (Yo)
My sweet flows are like wolves in sheeps clothes
My dick’s the axis bitch – the world’s on my bicho
It seem so – whodi – open up & deep throat
Comply or find yourself in permanent sleep mode
I take zero – no words & no breath
Watch ya step – I’m so right you can’t see me from the left
[Hook: Scratches by The Avid Record Collector]
[Verse #2: Che Broadway]
You want the truth?
Who can kill you with seven bars of juice?
Only Che, Jay, Nas, Red, Em & Papoose
Got the avenues hustlers, G’s, addicts & scoundrels
Cats who make you shit in ya britches when they surround you
It’s B-K-N-Y mother fucker
I live like tonight’s the night I die mother fucker
Settle for the metal on my side mother fucker
I’m the best rapper since the rise of the rubber
Uh huh – I take it down to street level
To the dope head, hooker, AIDS carrying, she devils
& the soldiers slaving over a boulder to see pebbles
What I speak on these beats always keep me in deep treble (get it?)
I keep metal next to my plate if you crumb snatch
& burn ya house down so there’s nothing there when you run back
[Hook: Scratches by The Avid Record Collector]
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