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[P.O.S] How you feelin'? What you lookin' at, huh? Something so fly, someone you can not sum up Doper than something someone could end careers with Sicker than slippin' sketchy shit into beers then And them dudes get cut, no pass Don't come around, you won't last It's a Minneap massacre Last in the cab is a speed bump Don't flinch, don't jump And I don't bump nothing but Sick Trim, nah I slide past all the trash, gimme them And I only drink gasoline, I only eat acid Only eat candy-ass lives when they tragic Only kill kids when they act hella savage But actually average Smash em and laugh, it's a blast Snatch all the crap in your stash Laugh with the cash and a match And fuck your motives And fuck what you workin' if that shit ain't forward We been on that, burn that shit if it ain't soldier And I am not about your bullshit I am not about to worry, your insignificant feels big I feel sick for your mother I got some real shit for your lover And you can not run with these ill motherfuckers [Hook - Sims] You cannot run with us You cannot—you cannot run with us Nah, you are a bummer You cannot run with us You cannot—you cannot run with us You've been waitin' for the fall all summer [Sims] Pick, pick, pick 'em out While their little light flick, flick, flicker out, huh What they so sick about? Couldn't understand what they would and wouldn't figure out Ay, you stick em up before the blix, fill 'er up Go around the town, swing the dick around Stickin' out like a hitchhiker Ain't a damn thing like him, how I live All these little p-p-p-p-puppies so sick, little victims Sick Trim evict 'em, ay What you gonna say, sound man? This whole stage my playground, man One man band, animal That's the thing about him Now that I think about it, damn I'm a fuckin' problem (ugh) Damage done (yuh) but it's fun They always goin' for the pump fake and the data dump Batter up, fan 'em, add 'em up, tally man They're slippin' on their own yellow bellies I tell what you it is, not what you wanna hear from me Not what you wanna hear from me But I won't lie to ya Nah, I won't lie to ya Flow movin' like a Ryu hadouken Ah you knew it, how you doin'? yeah I'm pukin' On the tube is the mind pollution I'm the work around, sonic youth distribution Is that soothin' what I brought up? They've got stupid in an armada But we know no realer Four gorillas sunk your whole flotilla—killa! [Hook - Sims (P.O.S)] You cannot run with us You cannot—you cannot run with us (Shut 'em up) Nah, you are a bummer You cannot run with us (Shut 'em up, shut 'em up) You cannot—you cannot run with us (They don't bring they own light anyway) You've been waitin' for the fall all summer [Outro - P.O.S (Sims)] Shut 'em up, shut 'em up Yeah, shut 'em up They don't say shit anyway (You've been waitin' for the fall all summer) Ain't nobody need that old way (Nah, you cannot run with us, you cannot run with us) They don't bring they own light anyway They don't bring they own light anyway