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[Verse 1: GRIP] Bang, got a surprise for niggas peaking in windows But I'm more for playing Super Nintendo, reeking of indo Fell asleep on me kinfolk? Hmm, nympho How I fuck them up with the intro, my pen go Crazy on TU! AHYES instrumentals, My friends know I'm down to do dirt whenever my ends low, in limbo Like why the long face, Jay Leno? I'm in your Hall like Arsenio, hold the AR's to A&R's like here's my demo, what? You ain't get the memo? Randomly throwing tantrums on anthems and holding stanzas for ransom Pay me attention You could probably see more clear if you gave me a listen No matter how hazy your vision It's soul food they made in the kitchen These here flows is the proof I just been cooking up like it's a stove in the booth All I ever did was told you the truth While the lies getting sold to the youth Nigga, it don't take Alex Haley to show you the roots I'm on a quest, love Collecting triple digits check stubs got me spitting it like the best stuff I mean who else is bored with the game? Join the chess club Niggas sound full of flaws, fuck niggas drowning in sauce That mean you bound for a loss and I'm always down for the cause Straight out the pound with my dogs, I'ma need a round of applause, hol' up [Verse 2: Michael Aristotle] Yo, niggas must've forgot me I hear by yo comments I'm not scared of your comments Should be scared by your garments Niggas in dresses, you ain't impressin' Just watch who you addressin' when you dress up statements Or its crutches under yo' armpits Throwing stones and hide ya' hand You just might end up arm-less You think niggas really fly? Don't be fooled by the harness King of telling bitches, "No, I should play for the Hornets Status enormous, corrupted like a torrent As far as albums go i'm two for two, niggas should forfeit Only move hard shit, feel the wrath of the forklift Mikey get brain like, walking dead corpses No long talk, I keep it brief like Capsule Corp. is Them rings and things you sing about Got no time for extra bitches or "tings," I kick em' out Might go dojo on yo ho on the mattress and flip her out She pulling the zipper down, she letting the kitten out I shovel, I dig her out, she physically gifted, wow (Yeah) Spots on her face like she Cocaine Lorraine Like my bitches yellow on some Notre Dame Identity crisis, know the beard if you don't know the name, nigga!