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Sum Shit I Wrote lyrics

Marks I erase like racism, I m as large as a bigot
Groove is my escapism, when I m bubbly I just kick it
What I need from you is understanding that I m standing
On my own two, down with my own crew
Toe cancer, I m bad to the bone too, I m prone to snap off
When I m off that Cognac I can t hold back like a massouse
I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight
When it s time for some action I get Red s &quotTonight s Da Night"
An eye for an eye, a life for his wife
Dissected I m on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite
Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
I m with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links
And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I m the locksmith
Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
I switch styles like a channel with controls that are remote
Engage in a page, and with words I elope
Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles
Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones
They couldn t house the shit so they had to rent to own
It s like that, coming from the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra
So keep on, and you don t, now come on
Ah keep on, and you don t

Sometime when I m alone in my room I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit
Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I m trying to edit
My mellows call me &quotNever", they be like &quotNever s going to get it"
Never s too much, I m much too, I do justice to poetics
That s why cats be like &quotFuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
Other studs come through to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit
Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look
Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker
Tee told me &quotYou gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the style that s thourough?
It s like that, keep on, ha ha
It s like that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock
I m real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox
Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race
Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don t make you hip-hop
You sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
The real shit s starting to come back
The Go is where I m from and where I m at, jack
I started eating cat when I was 10
Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I don t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn t learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties
My style is steep, I write rhymes on the incline
Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line
I m slamming, jamming on the one
I m a bad man, you re just a good son, come on
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