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Mhm Yeah (Yeah) Uh huh Mainstream America don't know that I'm nice But they respect me for the love that I show to my wife If they was steppin' to the mall when I'm holdin' my mic They would see I keep a dead body over my ice Those who follow true hip-hop know I'm precise So they salute the general when I throw on my stripes They respect the substance within the flow that I write But they download it for free when they go on them sites So they didn't buy the album, I show 'em the light I guess ten dollars was too much when I told 'em my price I'm a psychotic, bionic, applied knowledge University of the Streets, my college Diabolic calisthenics, type brolic That LV in my pocket, fly wallet Sawed-off twelve gauge, I got it That shotgun make your car jump like hydraulics Bed-Stuy's hottest, make movies, biopic Pop your eyeballs right out of your eye sockets You won't take the shot, you chump, I shot it You claim you would, but your wood is dry rotted The champion sound, I come here with the champion sound Letras de cancionesLet me tell 'em this I will electrocute a soundboy and let them hold them corner 'Cause when it comes to music here we are the gorgon America is more so a colonial power than they, because she is a hypocritical colonial power behind it What does your fanbase consist of? Kids who use prescription drugs? Older men following young girls in the strip clubs? Rappers claimin' they gang members just to get buzz Gang members claimin' they rappers just to get love Y'all confusin' the audience, y'all got it mixed up You the lil' homie, my nigga, you ain't the big Blood You ain't speak against this shit? Hypocrite thug The only time you open your mouth is when you dick suck Anybody hear me? Does anybody hear me? These rappers can't see me, they legally blind, barely I was in my prayers talkin' to God hopin' he hear me While you sittin' on your iPhone talkin' to Siri I'm feelin' kinda leery, the Devil must near me Yellow-bellied sap suckers, you bird niggas, canaries I do this for my granny, my mammy, and aunt Mary We all one family, they handled us unfairly They so not manly, cowards who pop Xanis You do not scare me, so you should not dare me I'll leave your cries teary, screamin' out, "Why can't we All just get along?" You softer than cotton candy The champion sound, I come here with the champion sound Let me tell 'em this I will electrocute a soundboy and let them hold them corner 'Cause when it comes to music here we are the gorgon America is more so a colonial power than they, because she is a hypocritical colonial power behind it From Letras Mania