[Intro]

N***as is wildin' man

*Gunshot*

They frontin'
Caaaaaan Ox
Caaaaaan Ox
Caaaaaan Ox
Caaaaaan Ox

X 2

[Verse 1]

Now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment a song y'all can step with
And I ain't talking sorority (sorority)
It's all about fuck the majority
This ain't rapping, this is punk hop
Now get the fuck out my face before you get mopped
Fuck you, and your Transformer Soundtrack
Fuck Esoteric, fuck nerd rap
You're a cat with nine lives, think your shit's calm?
Well I'm a squid with eight bombs in each palm
N***as is pussy with feet and arms
So I guess you're Bush and I'm Sadaam
They frontin', made you look
You're a slave to the page in our rhyme books
Fuck them cats that follow
Boston's four hours away n***as is still ya lotto[?]
And if this was '86 (86), I would see you on the block and make you
Step out them lattos[?]
It's sort of static don't start nothing won't be nothing
[Chorus]

They frontin', madе you look
You're a slave to the pagе in our rhyme books
Y'all some corny n***as, we ain't hidin'
When you find us, Harlem or Redbook[?]

X 2

Caaaaaan Ox
Caaaaaan Ox
Caaaaaan Ox
Caaaaaan Ox

Yo

[Verse 2]

All this bullshits gotta change
Imma start handin' out buck fifties with change
Wanna get fame so they shit on our names
Guess we made you look cus we change the game
Undergrounds a position, it is not a style
You know your room is a tomb, but you play crocodile
Huh, I like alligator soup
Where the men is so above we land in parachutes
And if you didn't cancel the show
He wouldn't gotten stomped by 16 boots
I know some Bean Town n***as that's fine with this
Y'all hidin', y'all some herbs, b
And I don't gotta get all worried
I'll breathe hard on the mic to make sure y'all heard me
I'm dribblin' out, you can't hold me
Lines that'll leave you lost like Jarobi
Sort of like Shaquille when he wins without Kobe
My [?] techniques kill slowly
7L, I punch you in the stomach and you foldin'
And Celph Titled can't touch me because I'm stolen[?]
So praise ya idols
Weathermen and atoms
Shit I'm wastin' my time and my rhyme patterns
And my rhyme patterns
*record scratch*
And my rhyme patterns
*record scratch* (Yo)

Yo

[Chorus]

They frontin', made you look
You're a slave to the page in our rhyme books
Y'all some corny n***as, we ain't hidin'
When you find us, Harlem or Redbook[?]

X 2

Huh, huh, Harlem or Redbook[?]
Huh, huh, Harlem or Redbook[?]

What, what, what, what
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

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