Uh huh
Bring it back baby
Feel me on this...
[Verse One]
I can chop a beat like Funkmaster Flex
Challenge any MC's style, so who's next (uh, yeah)
I bring it ruff when I be rockin'
Even in the south my flow be boone dockin' (that's right)
Bumpy Knuckles makes the girls go crazy
Roll em like cee-lo, dice with me and Lazy
I got a appetite for the mic
Like a 450 pound n*gga for chicken delight
Rappers are suspect, I got styles to dissect
Rappers wanna be actors, I direct (feel me)
I hate a biter laying in the cut
Listen to the lyrical styles and eat em up (check this)
I did a style and Tony Touch 50 MCs
n*ggas wanted to here me rock it way overseas
I said I'm so ill
Deaf n*ggas be dancin to my jams still
I spit sh*t dead n*ggas could feel
Stay in my zone to keep sh*t sellin
Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm tellin
You wanna know if a n*gga is real
Try to kick it with him, look him in his eyes
If he tell you that he gotta peel
See you can read em like that
That n*ggas not a dawg he's a mutherf*ckin cat
[Hook: repeat 2X]
It's the Devious Minds that'll make em do these things
All you gotta do is rock and make the mics ring
Don't try to be somthin that your not my n*gga
Or you might get your fakin ass shot my n*gga
[Verse 2]
Check it out...
To the Beat ya'll I make it rock on and on
Like night time being around before morn' (check it out)
I rock on my own label just like The Artist
Without the high heel boots and no I'm not a live guitarist
b*tches enjoy my flow like good sex, then I hit
And Freddie Foxxx ain't gotta buy em sh*t
n*ggas be promisin' thomas's and givin out toasts
You can't get a b*tch if your broke
Blow you n*ggas out like smoke
Everybody wanna rhyme
Is it for the love or the dimes (sh*t)
I know a n*gga gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets
And stop loopin up n*ggas beats
I'm sarcastic, sh*t I might spit
But don't mind me I'm just another MC
The only difference is I scrap for mines
And don't ride another n*gga's lap for mines
It's about beats and rhymes
You n*ggas better get it together
Before I bring it to you n*gga, whatever
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
Can I get digible for a minute and rock the spot
I be to rap what clip be to Glock
Cause I'mma fool like that, I flip like Dominique Dawes
I wouldn't mind gettin inside dem draws
n*ggas are fake like radio drops in Hip-Hop
It's kinda like wrestling and jumpin off the top -
Rope, You Jesse Jackson ass n*ggas with hope
Got n*ggas in the audience sick offa bad dope
You n*ggas need Beatminerz
So you can stop serving up bland ass beats like the Greek diner
Check this, it gets exotic, chaotic
Idiotic, n*ggas bout it bout it
I got history, B
I done rocked with everybody from G Rap to M.O.P
The Blast Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach
Even rocked with Pac... but you ain't herd that yet
n*ggas be screamin that they real
Yeah, real b*tch, real soft, knock you smooth off
I like big butt b*tches and hot cars
And never have ta give a b*tch a diamond
Cause I'm nice with my rhymin'
Thug n*ggas in the house
Snatch up every coward that you see and throw his f*ckin ass out
[Hook]
[During Final Hook]
Real n*ggas
This goes out to
My n*ggas Gang Starr
My n*ggas Beatminerz
For my n*ggas M.O.P
Check it out
Whaddup Kurupt Mob
For underground n*ggas
Philly