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(Imani) None of that's true! We do it, not you! That's why I got you Stuck on to my style like glue The crew Definitely is back again But I'm back to win So just tell a friend That I'm still twistin' and bendin' Minds and rhymes until the very end With the rhyme And the loop Stomping out wack troops In my big black boots Collecting respect and the loot From the way I grab the microphone And execute Iahps think I'm cute (Bootie Brown) (Say what?) Yo man, I pay them no attention I stay deep into the cut 'Cause I leave the tricks alone 'Cause the name is not David Copper-filled-pockets Never made it, don't hate it Letras de cancionesSo let it be stated Niggas couldn't fade it with an edit And Xerox MC's are pathetic They tryin' to duplicate But they comin' out synthetic The name is Bootie Brown And phony MC's, forget it Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre We do it this way, we do it this way Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre We do it this way, we do it this way (Fatlip) I step toward the mic grinnin' The lyrical imperial award-winnin' Rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it Because my shit be poppin' like gin and juice I seduce these iahps to get loose when I'm droppin' These rhymes on drums like my nigga Def Jef My style is more unknown than what happens after death I come fresh like your breath after you brush And wack MC's, like that orange soda, get Crushed (Slim Kid 3) Well it's apparent That many are so transparent You can't believe your eyes when you're starin' It's ghostly and mostly the wise who Yeah, they just run this games before your eyes to Tell you lies framed in gold glitter For many moons I've been a go-getter Took miles of manure from the purest bullshitter Now them motherfuckers ain't with us to get us M-walk shake the cut through their neuro-transmitter Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre We do it this way, we do it this way Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre We do it this way, we do it this way (Imani) You must respect me 'Cause I come directly from my internal While my eternal inferno steadily towering and Overpowering all, sour sounding Wishin'... wishy-washy competition Definitely wack and lackin' any stable ammunition Change your mission Men and listen My way, your salutations Get no validations Just rejections and ejections Outta my Hitachi (Slim Kid 3) Come on and taste the real Step on inside and confide In the feel I reside By still waters, just a gear on the wheel No fear on the steel Just the son, a jiva Who won't leave my field Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre We do it this way, we do it this way Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre We do it this way, we do it this way Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre We do it this way, we do it this way From Letras Mania