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[Verse 1]
[Em]Up e[D]arly,[Em]
top [D]of the mornin' to you weak idi[Em]otic motherfuckers
[D]Snoop
Fat
Cat [Em]and
LZ, [D]yeah niggas
You're [Em]not listenin' to the voice of [D]reason
I do it for [Em]you hatin' cocksuckers
and [D]the non -believin'
[Em]It's another classic for y 'all
[D]to sink y 'all teeth in
[Em]Don't be mad at me and mine cause
[D]y still underachievin'
[Em]We out cold in the
DME [D]and my niggas stay freezin'
[Em]I ain't friendly,
fuck all [D]that smilin' and grinnin'
Quick [Em]to turn the situation to
[D]the start of your endin'
When nig[Em]gas is grimy, we all got cases
Just [D]bendin' face [Em]on
America's most wanted
Tryn[D]a find a defendant, you silly r[Em]appers
Still yappin' bout [D]your cars
and your wheels
Truth[Em]fully, you need to focus more
[D]on building your skills
You're still [Em]stuck in a time warp,
[Bm]we light years [D]ahead of y [Em]'all
Ring on the comp, [D]I smash all competitors
[Em]I'm ill with the patterns,
[D]too clever with the metaphor[Em]s
Dilla told me,
cat, keep [D]your foot on the neck
And don't [Em]even breathe on the track
unless they cuttin' the jack
A lot of suckas won't like it,
but [D]they gotta respect
How [Em]to water my shit
down for [D]the record execs
Lot[Em]ta suckas won't like
it, but [D]they gotta respect
How [Em]to order my shit down
for [Bm]the record ex[D]ecs
[Em]Yeah, nigga
Now put [D]your hands up high
[Em]Yeah, nigga
It's
Fat
[D]Cat and
El -Zy
[Em]Yeah, nigga
Yeah, [D]you know it sound fly
We [Em]bringin' hip -hop back,
it's [D]no lie
Modern day
Alex
[Em]Haley, off the
Bailey[D]s
Strikin' niggas on [Em]the daily
For comin' out [D]they face like
Israelis
[Em]It's so blissful,
listen[D]in' to the official
There's [Em]no issue,
the flow can melt a snow [D]crystal
[Em]I'm breathin' drama,
it's bring[D]in' the armor out my bomber
Like
[Em]Osama, quote,
you float [D]on the wings of karma
The [Em]crowd pleaser,
give your [D]child a mild seizure
Rock [Em]a style
Caesar, run with crooks
and wild skeezers
Vacate your premises,
[D]himmigans, the nemesis
[Em]Equal hemorrhages,
bad [D]dreams and foul images
[Em]Y real funny, when I [D]rain, it spills runny
While [Em]it's still sunny,
I build [Bm]money and drill [D]honeys
[Em]DJ's on the wheels,
spun [D]me at the right club[Em]s
Even lit up the white [D]pubs like light bulbs
[Em]Top notch,
trippin' [D]off of movies on my watch
Drink[Em]in' scotch,
observin' [E]as I watch what [D]you botch
[Em]Yeah, it's the phenomenon [D]disguised
as a common dime
[Em]Spittin' commas, bows,
[D]grenades, you late
Remem[Em]ber my grade,
the phlegm [D]that I sprayed
Sharper than [Em]a samurai blade,
bet it could trim a guy's [D]fade
[Em]Yeah, nigga
Now turn [D]your levels up high
[Em]Yeah, nigga
It's
Fat
[D]Cat and
El -Zy
[Em]Yeah, nigga
Por[D]tahini and
Spock and
Tyree
Rep[Em]pin' the real till the
day that [D]we die
Before the
MC[Em]s, they speak my name in
[D]vain, it's blasphemy
Probably [Em]mad cause this
ho tried to [D]get after me
Cross [Em]my path and end up a c[D]atastrophe
I told you [Em]the flows I rock,
nigga, they come naturally
[D]El
[Em]Zayi told me, catch you [D]shinin'
And with every [Em]line that you spit,
it's like [D]your levels is climbin'
Cause in [Em]the booth, I'm the savior,
[D]the fruits of my labor
Used [Em]to have me on the top of
[E]the roof with [Em]a laser
Kangaroo boots and [D]my pager,
crew would [Em]get paid up
If they ain't [D]salutes and a major
[Em]Toe up half of your leg in a[D] blast,
only grazier
[Em]Don't gavel with your life, cause
De[Bm]troit niggas [D]a phaser
[Em]Got fans all over the land, [D]from
London to
Jamaica
[Em]Paris,
France,
Asia,
[D]Amsterdam,
Malaysia
[Em]Lost a whole day flyin' [D]from
Sydney,
Australia
[Em]Back in the layup car, the pistons in [D]the
Lager
[Em]But if we can't,
she got [D]the haters catchin' vapor[Em]s
I seen the world, [D]been all over this bitch
And [Em]my mind is rich, you need to try
[D]to find your [Em]niche[Bm]
Yeah, [Em]nigga
You gotta [D]keep him up high
[Em]Yeah, nigga
We wanna [D]see you touch the sky
[Em]Yeah, nigga
It's
[D]Fat
Cat and
El
Zy
[Em]Yeah, nigga
[D]Yo,[Bm] I'm the [Em]chose king
When flows [D]swing, the blows sting,
[Em]hoes cleanin' my clothes
I stand [D]out like nose rings
[Em]At any given time,
I [D]will shatter the soul
Your head [E]in your hat, it's just roll,
[Bm]I splatter your [D]hole
It's [Em]the confusin',
words [D]makin' them confusin'
[Em]Words off what you heard,
[D]how to die losin'
[Em]Niggas remain [E]cheesed,
they [D]may squeeze
It's [E]on they knees, that's my trainees
On how to get me, your brain freeze
[Em]Now meet a prick that's [D]flyin' bullets
Out the heat, equipped [Em]to feed a clique I'm
[D]even sweeter when the beat [Em]is sick
Dick long as that centi[D]meter stick
Chicks feel [Em]it in they stomach
like it's a [Bm]fetus
When [D]the feed [Em]is caked,
pulling thoughts out of [D]thin air
Damn my pen share, [Em]I've been rare,
even if [D]I came as a twin pair
[Em]Oh no, the flow doesn't [D]end there,
stroke in my chin [E]hair
I'll send [Em]flares to clear [E]it out like [D]skin care
Pro[Em]voke the scanner,
better [D]be in a joker manner
Cause [Em]my spoken grammar,
comes [D]equipped with cloak and dagger
Good [Em]luck shit,
I'm the one you [D]can't fuck with
In a truck [Em]lit, by the crib near [Bm]the lake
Where [D]the duck [Em]sit, what bitch?
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