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***a 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 Touched 50 MCs
n***as wanted to here me rock it way overseas
I said I'm so ill
Deaf n***as be dancin to my jams still
I spit sh** dead n***as could feel
Stay in my zone to keep sh** sellin
Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm tellin
You wanna know if a n***a is real
Try to kick it with him, look him in his eyes
If he tell you that he got a peal
So you can read em like that
That n***as not a dawg he's a mutherf**in cat [Chorus: 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***a
Or you might get your fakin a** shot my n***a [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 loud guitarist
b**hes enjoy my flow like good s**, then I hit
And Freddie Foxxx ain't gotta buy em sh**
n***as be promisin' (?) and givin out toasts
You can't get a b**h if your broke
Blow you n***as out like smoke
Everybody wanna rhyme
Is it for the love or the dimes (sh**)
I know a n***a gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets
And stop loopin up n***as beats
I'm sarcastic, sh** 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***a's lap for mines
It's about beats and rhymes
You n***as better get it together
Before I bring it to you n***a, whatever [Chorus] [Verse Three]
Can I get digible for a minute and rock the spot
I be to rap what clip be to glock
Cause imma fool like that, I flip like Dominique Dawes
I wouldn't mind gettin inside dem draws
n***as are fake like radio drops in Hip-Hop
It's kinda like wrestling and jumpin off the top -
Rope, You Jesse Jackson a** n***as with hope
Got n***as in the audience sick offa bad dope
You n***as need Beatminerz
So you can stop serving up layin a** beats like the Greek diner
Check this, it gets exotic, chaotic
Idiotic, n***as 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***as be screamin that they real
Yeah, real b**h, real soft, like you smooth off
I like big bu*t b**hes and hot cars
And never have ta give a b**h a diamond
Cause I'm nice with my rhymin'
Thug n***as in the house
Snatch up every coward that you see and throw his f**in a** out [Chorus] [During Final Chorus]
Real n***az
This goes out to
My n***as Gang Starr
My n***as Beatminerz
For my n***as M.O.P.
Check it out
Whaddup Kurupt Mob
For underground n***as Philly