Uh, yeah what up? I know y'all wanna take me down I know y'all wanna see me get clowned I know y'all wanna take my sound And put a nigga like me in the lost and found But I refuse to fade I'll stay this way Spreadin' venom in the mic till I'm old and gray And now niggaz wanna attack me Flip flop and back me But fool you's a mackey I'll starch your ass like some khakis Your shit is tacky and you better play the backwoods Me and my crew will use your CD for a hackey sack Imagine that and it shouldn't be hard 'Cause your style ain't large And you wanna make all the profits with crowbars Can you dig it? When nothin' can save it Shock your ass like a phaser Burn and cut like a laser Amaze you, with this flava I run with a pack of tennis shoe playas Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? The first law of age is called survival That's why I'm deadly on revival And it's vital to my basic instinct That all wack mcs become extinct Because we on the brink or, should I say the edge Like a schizophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin' on a ledge Then you can't see the black 'cause it's blocked By the blue and the red U.f.o.s and scandalous ass hoes Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose And I suppose you want me to play superstar And when I see you on the street act like I don't know who you are So, you can run back and tell that but I won't do that So, fool you can chew that to all sucka mcs you better beware I been conjurin' up forces way back in my lair And my crew don't scare and we don't care, we act, we wear, I swear Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? It's the thrilla straight outta Compton, not manila Got a choke hold on the mic like I was M.C. gorilla Take this to the heart for real a Don't you ever try to steal a Like aids this shit came like gin a Might fuck up your Liva Call me pharaoh 'cause I'm floatin' bustas up the river When I deliver make your sister and your grandma shiver Top feelin' steadily rakin' up the scrilla Kickin' back in my easy chair sippin' on some henna Exol 'cause my whole crew is locin' And fools always tryin' to fix shit that ain't broken I'm down with pixies so you don't wanna see me So, grab everyone in your crew and disappear like a genie Never said I was the best but I ain't the one to be testin' Cross the line and in pieces you'll be destined Don't stop, get it, get it 'Cause I blow up the spot every time I grab the mic and hit it, hit it Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig it? © BOO DADDY PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com