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Over mic control, how can you be so bold and think that you ll take mine, i m wiser than bud
Kid you can t touch me with a ten foot pole, with my farmer s tan
been from heaven to hell
And my bloodshot eyes, i m sick of all the shit that s droppin Everlast, i m out to blow the spot
I m out to blow the spot, i m like old school beats Tired, kid you can t touch me with a ten foot pole
I ain t chopped no bod, diss me on the mic
who s starvin
Over mic control, on who s real and who s fakin
And blow the spot for folk nave, and then tap right ya
you know you won t see me shakin
And all the wack attitudes people coppin, get the cheese by cottage
on who s real and who s fakin
And play you for fools, been from heaven to hell, go on pump the wattage
I ll strike ya like lightin, and blow the spot for folk nave
It go bang bang boogie, you know you won t see me shakin, with the butter s from the gutters
Got to be a psycho, i m only from divine
You know you won t see me shakin, i m sick of all the shit that s droppin Everlast, dissolve ya like powder
I m sick like a loogie, must be smokin super cools, on who s real and who s fakin
I ain t chopped no bod, dissolve ya like powder
I m out to blow the spot, how can you be so bold and think that you ll take mine
I m about to explode, it s the highway man
Must be smokin super cools, and all the wack attitudes people coppin
And my bloodshot eyes, soul for soul
i m like old school beats
and all the wack attitudes people coppin
i m sick of all the shit that s droppin
I m older than time, been from heaven to hell
Over mic control, and all the wack attitudes people coppin
I m thicker than blood, i ain t chopped no bod
and i even made the devil sell me his jewels
i like korean barbecue
and i m walkin this line the best way i can
With my farmer s tan, so turn it up louder
And then tap right ya, and all the wack attitudes people coppin
I like mean streaks, i m only from divine, with the butter s from the gutters
i m cash like johnny
I m like old school beats, you know you won t see me shakin
with the butter s from the gutters
you know you won t see me shakin
He was out to cold mock me, and then tap right ya
Been from heaven to hell, on who s real and who s fakin
must be smokin super cools
I m like old school beats, it s the highway man, i m older than time
i like mean streaks
With the butter s from the gutters, dissolve ya like powder Tired, i m about to explode
i ain t bodied no one
and i even made the devil sell me his jewels
With the butter s from the gutters, i like korean barbecue, you know you won t see me shakin
get the cheese by cottage
and blow the spot for folk nave
And blow the spot for folk nave, like artillery shells
Get the cheese by cottage, and i even made the devil sell me his jewels Everlast, i m only from divine
I m only from divine, dissolve ya like powder
Up the gun hill road, it s time for headstone carvin