is up Just admit it everybody knows this crime is up, it's hot shit Perfected but not invented Rhymes from the ego driven self centered Entered the fast
lit rips solar eclipse madchild flips like kids on acid trips [Unicron] Unicaron formin the union all aluminum tracks by Dell just boomin on Quality systems all of these tracks
, what they do, what they do Yo, yo, lost generation, fast paced nation World population, confront their frustration The principles of true hip hop have been forsaken It's all
m rockin' on the mic he's on the cross fade cut Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and scratchin' Second after second, it's the record he's catchin' His hands are so fast
ball grab your jersey and act like you know me Hit the forum and watch me catch the ooo from Kobe For y'all punk squad I duck hard After we fast brake
They heads up wit thoroughbred cats That knock em back to get they ac's??? They a hard case to crack, I'm a hard face to track Fast as they can test
if you got a problem, f**k it It?s not the first time or the last time That I pull a fast crime or past time Mastermind he?s after time, all the time After
if you got a problem, fuck it It's not the first time or the last time that I've pulled a fast crime I pass time, mastermind disaster times all the time After
frontin', just to say a little somethin' Ya suckaz don't like me 'cause you're all about nothin' However, I'm really fascinatin' to the letter My all
not even close Cause there?s only a few that I?ve shown All my wisdom, all my pride Peep stories that I see you hide Tall tales, missing legends All
you wit Young Rome getting grown So its on me Another telephone to keep up with all these Stalliones [Hook: Gangsta, (T-Bo)] [Verse 4: Blakk] See Blakk on the track
* unlabelled bonus track appearing after "Lovely Lady" [Kool Keith] Yeah.. I like that little leopard furry outfit I love it You gonna get pregnant wearin
master, faster, ass crack, rectums after Pussy stinkin', who brought these freaks yo? What you thinkin'? That's on my downplay Your husband rhyme and sound gay With that fast
' your own shit 'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures I'm all that, I
Philly boy clap Hit you niggas in your back, send the rest in your hat Stay strapped with the Mack, with the 32 tall stack The aim all that, when I flame you get all
need her on my team I think I seen shawty on the front of a magazine Or I may be trippin' but fuck it, it's all good Yo Gotti, 40 Glocc, you know that it's all
, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, yeah, c'mon It's the remix Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an' Jigga Big chips with Twista, y'all, get this money