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"None of that's true" We do it not you That' 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 Twisting and bending Minds and rhymes until the very end With the rhymes And the loops Stomping out wack troops In my big black boots Collecting respect and the loot! From the way I grab the microphone And execute, "iahp's" 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 my name Is not David Copper-Filled Pockets, never net a man Who don't hate it So let it be stated Niggas couldn't fade it with an Edit, And Xerox M. C. 's Are pathetic, they tryin' to Duplicate but their comin' Out synthetic The name is Bootie Brown and phony M. C. 's forget It. (X2) Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid 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 & 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 your brush Wack mc's like that orange soda got crushed (Slim Kid3) Well it's apparent that many Are so transparent you Can't believe ya eyes when Ya starin it's ghostly and Mostly the wise who Yeah they just run these games Before ya 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 bullshitters Now them mutha fuckas ain't wit us To get us M-walk shake the cut through their Neutro-transmitter (X2) Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre We do it this way We do it this way (Imani) You must respect me Because I come directly from my internal While my eternal Infernos steadily towering And over-powering All sour sounding wishin' wishy-washy Competition Definitely wack and lackin' And stable ammunition Change ya mission Men and listen My way your salutations Get no validations Just rejections and ejections Outta my Hitachi (Slim Kid3) Come on and taste the real Step on inside and confide In the feel I reside By steel waters just a gear On the wheel no fear on The steel just a son of Jiva Who won't leave my field
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