Yasiin Bey - Acknowledge lyrics

[Hook] Pay homage, respect Yeah, one-two Acknowledge the rep I don't know what you cats was thinking Pay homage, respect Musta been crazy Acknowledge the rep To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name [Verse 1] I hear these cats, but I ain't listening A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missing But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of pissing I'm about to have your whole team wishing That you never got this sh** started You about to be dearly departed You gotta be nearly retarded To let me hear my name mentioned, tryna gain attention Now I'm running through this game lynching And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low These XFL rappers tryna f** with a real pro One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty To me, y'all just sound like a couple of high whities You had to be on mad coke and ecstasy To think for a second, you can stand next to me Look don't ever again mention my name in your freestyles Or I'll cut off your transmission faster than Lee Myles And I heard your album, this must be something you're new at Cause I'd rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet My cellphone stay ringing like a slap in the ear So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burning Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning And I shoulda let it known what your government names are To make sure you Take It Personal like Gang Starr, motherf**ers [Hook] I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start Another one, is pointed at your weak a** heart And that go for any other so called rap cats, in the game Pay homage, respect Acknowledge the rep Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw Pay homage, respect Nope, acknowledge the rep Just you wait Acknowledge the rep [Verse 2] Yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy Since my last mission this n***a's been a**-kissing I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen Tell me this, with no pot to piss in, how you dissing Your group homes are about to be reporting you missing And I don't know what was worse, the track or the verse I'mma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first See I couldn't even find one n***a that heard of you I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you But I told 'em chill, I let 'em know you was my son And I promise I can pay support til' you twenty-one Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal Who knows, this might just get you a deal And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour Just remember like Nas n***a, I Gave You Power I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz Tell him I say f** him for doing the tracks Matter of fact, f** Fat Beats, for doing the wax I'mma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax I'mma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax I'mma diss you over fast, slow track or no track If your sh** wasn't so whack, I dissed you to your track You that little fish that I catch and I throw back And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle f**ing with me, you better off trying to hit lotto And don't answer back, this is hard sh** to follow And you can't spit n***a, so you obviously must swallow Motherf**er