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[Verse] Contain rage on page engage in acts of lust with the track and thrust back The whack I crush and bust off a shot too intense to brush off Continue to feel my presence as this track cuts off An ongoin' scrimmage with anger's mirror image Much too graphic for the timid Vivid depictions of me rippin' myself in half Even I have felt the wrath of genius gone mad On bad terms with my inner being, seeing, I could be a little fresher Force myself to study, snatch the element of surprise from the dresser Movin' on your fears, the aggressor Can always stand to learn somethin' Why sit around ignorant? Mindset militant Can quickly slip into belligerent acts of violent chap Sit across the room mad doggin', simultaneously servin' you with silent raps Time elapse See the collapse of commercial rap shrines, perhaps I'm bein' too optimistic But watch 'em make status quo the well known misfit Tremendous efforts in attempts to heal the leper that we call society apply to me Doesn't the phrase, "Everything is gonna be alright" - don't lie to me I try to be righteous in the hopes that there might just be a heaven, but I felt like Kurt Create your own Nirvana and become a Living Legend, givin' seconds to work And an eternity to enjoy the perks or work off dirt These nuts so there's more obligation, proceed fun (Huh) Pass that pink pack, I need one badly Had me combat this track No rhythm to be found so adapt (Uh, what) Like reel to reel to ADAT, kill the feel to lay back Why sit around idle? While niggas is fightin' in the middle of the street While Roy Jones defends his title (Uh, uh) Suicidal tendencies, so be sending me your money Only fuck with the pink pack, the strawberry taste funny Use to hate crummy MC's (Whack, man), but now I see Who am I to judge the next man's rappin' ability Long as he got some fans to buy his shit willingly Aww, his shit is wack, it ain't appealing to me Hell naw, I'm tryin' to tell y'all keep your opinion to yourself You don't like the shit? Don't pick it up off the shelf It's just that simple (It's just that simple) [Outro] Punk ass hip hop motherfuckers (Always down to analyse and criticise) Always talkin' shit Down to criticise and crita-analyze and- (All these whack...) Man, fuck all that shit, you can suck my dick (You motherfuckers don't know what hip-hop is) All you rap ass niggas When we see you in the club, what's up... Fuck y'all, suck my dick All you b-boys, uh, uh, what Where the b-boys? Said the b-boy (Talkin' shit behind everybody's back...) Windmills and 1990's, flares, flipping on your head to suicides (Everybody has their fans) Motherfuckers need to make good music and shut the fuck up (Good music and shut the fuck up! Bitch!) Uh-huh, Elusive, producive, Elusive, producive, Elusive, producive (It's like that, do a freestyle, I wanna do a freestyle man, put me on... I wanna freestyle) In the house A-ha-ha-ha-ha