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[Round 1: Murda Mook] Yo boy I know you from somewhere maybe I'll figure it out in my next round I know y'all all confused like "What's up with this picture?" Cause y'all like, "Aight we know Mook, but who the fuck is this nigga?" Nah, we all know who Iron Solomon is, the Iron Solomon kid the math/Math wiz Who can multiply, add, subtract fractions Without a calculator and his calculations be 100% accurate I'm not talking 'bout that shit I know y'all all confused like, "What's up with this picture/" Cause y'all like, "Aight, Mook said he retired. What the fuck is up with this nigga? I mean, first it's 25K or it's 50,000 downloads in a day Now we know he ain't get the 50 in a day that's a fact Wait, he must've got that $25,000 from Smack." I dunno, let's take a vote What you feel? No? What you feel? No? You see Smack, I knew the public wouldn't believe that Give Mook no $25,000 we all seen you tweet that Matter of fact, take y'all Twitters out, relapse, read back, you gon' see that He said, "Mook is a legend son. He did so much for me, Smack But son, giving him 25 grand, shit I just can't see that." So imagine how that make me feel Coming from a nigga you come up with from the gutter You say "Mook" you say "Smack", you say "Smack" you say "Mook" Nigga we made our name off of each other Plus I ain't get a dollar off none of them DVDs you sold to these motherfuckers So to hear him say that I knew exactly how Able must've felt about his brother Now niggas got the nerve to say, "Mook asking for 25K. He a sucka." Well so what?! Ever since I battled Yung Hot and they didn't give that doe up I said I'm overcharging niggas for what they did to the Cold Crush But we back cool, right Smack? So I'ma let the cat out the bag I know what I'm about to say gon' make a lot of these battlers mad Eh Solomon, what they gave you? Ten? They gave Jones ten too right? So both y'all niggas add up y'all half that be exactly what they gave me nigga $20,000 in cash And Calicoe said, "Mook coming back cause his career's on the decline." My answer is "No." Calicoe, Mook coming back cause I know platinum artists that don't get 20 grand for a show I didn't come here to talk a whole lot of popping tools and how many guns I'ma use Solomon, I came here to strip every piece of integrity outta you And break you down to your last molecule Now at first, it appeared to be a curse These battle rap niggas taking shots at me But then I got to see there was a gift inside it Because now, everything you got to say to me has already been acknowledged These niggas already know I played ball They already know I went to college They already heard about a Math story that was clearly one sided They ran into the ground I'm Ruff Ryding But I have yet to drop an album, shit Thanks to these niggas your whole Arsonal is public knowledge To be blatantly honest I'm anxious to see what kind of fly shit you gon' pull out the closet See, if I was you I would joke about my moms being on crack when I was young I would joke about me waiting by the door for my pops but my pops never come I would joke about me having no heat, having to go to sleep in one bed with four children But see that wouldn't be smart of you Solomon Cause then you would be dissing damn near every motherfucker in this building Early in his career, we overlooked a lot of shit cause shit he looked like MC Serch And he was scrawny But I'ma tell you a secret that most of us have been keeping Nigga you are tight roping...a thin line...between being funny and being corny Example He told Ness his breath smelled like Bigfoot's dick Now I don't know which part I'm more uncomfortable with The fact that you thought it was clever to rap about a character that's on some fictional shit Or the fact that you thought it was cool to rap about a character that's fictional's dick And then y'all minds should pose another question, if y'all ain't that type Where would your face have to be in order to know what a niggas dick smells like? See you remind me of MC Gusto if he was white You don't care if you're forgiven He will do or say anything, I mean anything if it means he'll fit in Example again then He told Ness, in 33 AD Jesus and Judas died So in his 33 year E. Ness gets crucified That shit sounds cool but you Jewish, right? So why would you try to insult our intelligence? Nigga Jews study the Torah Jesus don't appear until The New Testament See, you a fucking fraud Matter of fact, Jews don't even believe Jesus is the son of God So here's a nigga that will go against his religion to win a battle, that's scary and that's fucking odd But see, I know what happened He figures since most of us believe in Jesus he would use him to adapt to his demographic But that's blasphemous You gave every rabbi in this world yo' ass to kiss And your family ain't reprimand you so they just as bad for this I hope y'all all go to Hell and have to walk around with gas shoes You ain't got no fucking right to be exploiting Christ You and your family Moissanites Y'all are some FAKE ASS JEWS! Listen, let me point out some shit he do for security Little tactics to distract y'all from noticing his lack of lyrical ability He tells a lot of jokes in funny octaves And at the end of his bars to make him sound hard he raise his voice But you don't really be doing nothing but making noise I bet the students in your class wanted to beat you to death Cause it's obvious to [?] to the teacher, he was the pet You know that nigga, you KNOW that nigga That be crouching all on the desk With his arm like this trying not to let niggas cheat off his test Til one day he got proud and tried to walk in with his glasses and pad The bully said, "Nah nigga." They dragged him to the back of the class He said, "Alright guys I just wanna do my work and actually pass." "Now shut the fuck up and add up this math!" Now let this round conclude You a fake Jew, you suck Bigfoot's dick, you a fraud Man this shit is incredible cuz But we can't blame him cause that's what that nose medicine does I guarantee that if Dave Chappelle and Rick James were right here professing to cuz They'll be telling him what? Cocaine (is a helluva drug!) Easy nigga! [Round 1: Iron Solomon] I don't know what E. Ness was talking about before But I AM bout to rap 'bout the background and origin About how we been 'posed to battle but tonight is where the story ends But first let me talk to the folks 'bout bars over jokes To me real MC's who spit hard can do both I got punchlines, personals and rap with conviction So the slogan I'm upholding is facts over fiction No reason to lie son We both agreeing that I was just defending my title The final season of Fight Klub You backed out like a prudish square playing Truth Or Dare Knew you'd take a dive like a tourist wearing scuba gear Gave a cheap excuse we ain't buy like a souvenir How I end up battling some random rapper who was there Told the crowd I only battled this bitch cause Mook was scared Mook didn't say shit or do shit and you was there! I wait a few more years while you prepare And now you just pop up Well I'm only battling this bitch cause Hollow got locked up Then I seen Murda Mook on Murtle Ave with Murder Gang be at I was certain he'd be strapped or serving crack the work a pack I said, "What's up Mook?" I thought he'd say "What's cracking?" or go "blllatt" But instead he said "I've been taking classes up at Pratt You was looking shook in Brooklyn want me rolling through the ghetto with him He thinks Iron is a copper so nobody will metal/meddle with him I said, "Fuck protecting rappers" after what happened to Shawn Po Since you think I'm po' nine I'ma beat him 5-0 See even though I look the part I actually hate police Get heated when I be around the pork like bacon grease You wouldn't think a white Jew goes HAM but I do This guys too sick to lose til pigs fly, well swine flu You a sheep in wolf's clothing I'm a wolf in disguise When my teeth is all showing I pull wool over eyes I might look like the type to the Pulitzer Prize til I pull it SURPRISE and I bullet your eyes See you talking that bullshit is just a bunch of cow crap If there's real beef that's at stake/steak let's take it out back (Outback) You've been sheepish since a kid but now you scrapping with a man Cause Solomon the G.O.A.T. and you a sacrificial lamb Mook if you don't follow all of Hannibal's demands You see a cannibal is just the type of animal I am Back when Mooky Mook battle rapping with him fam' Now packing pistols and selling crack and pitching grams [?] But then he practiced jump shots and passed all his exams I was going coast to coast from Smack to Scribble Jam After stacking 50 grand, I took action with a plan I built a studio to subtract the middle man Now I ain't a slave to labels got the masters in my hand But somehow, some people think you're actually the man I guess we'll just chalk it up to us having different fans Here's something factual again I put this on my life son We was suppose to go on tour in London with the Fight Klub Whoever traveled international? Or been in any airport ever You know at check in they be asking you, "Is it business or for pleasure?" This fool said it's pleasure running foreign game on gorgeous dames Big business got the tour arranged I do this for the fortune fame With no work visa Fuck is wrong with your retarded brain? Either you're insane, smoking crack or snorting 'cane You always lie 'bout having work Coke and pies and packs of surf We never seen the evidence to actually support the claim Then when you do have work that's overseas a visa we all know you need With no permit you won't proceed they never let him board the plane Either way you look at it we look at you like you're a lame Cause even when the story change the outcome is still more the same It's like you striking out in every single sport you played Until you going bowling and can't get a strike in forty frames The point is that you losing Mook no matter how you score the game You think you going hard in the paint 'til you in Jordan's lane We thought you got your watch in Switzerland, we heard that you was touring Spain It's starting to look like Murda ain't been further than the shores of Maine The thing that I don't understand is why you aren't more ashamed Looking at yourself inside the eye should be a source of pain You could be the hardest in crib, the hardest on your stoop Try to be the hardest on your block, the hardest in your group But you a coward with no heart so the hardest thing to do Is just to be you Mook, that shit is the truth So you see, I got punchlines, personals and rap with conviction So the slogan I'm upholding is facts over fiction [Round 2: Murda Mook] This nigga had the nerve to say that him and Math battle was the best battle that ever was on Smack See how many niggas wanna smack the shit outta you for saying that? Shall we reenact? Shall I state the facts? Shall I rub it in your face like you do Proactive before you take your naps? This suppose to be the battle of the legends So fuck what Charlie Clips said about you nigga, when I look at you I don't see a legend I see deception Why don't we take a closer look on why your status of being a legend is in question First off, comparing your resume to my resume That is literally putting an atom bomb against pepper spray Nigga technically you don't even belong in the same breath as me Let's just say you conned your way into being the legend that you are today Let me make y'all understand what I'm trying to say Now your legendary battles consist of a nigga named Shirt N Tie And a nigga that ain't have on a shirt at all It's like animals that only eat leaves cause most his opponents we ain't heard before (herbivore) You gotta watch this guy he's an opportunist All this "legend" does is use He didn't battle Math for the competition he battled Math to steal his views Cause he knew dudes would wanna see the dude that punched the other dude on the tube But he forgot to factor in one equation...that he would lose You came up off of nobodies Smack, this is the "legend" y'all chose? The irony, that a nigga could get a name off of John Does Eh, eh, eh quick, give me three legendary battles you had on cam' Exactly Remains to be seen like fossils in museums Maybe if he didn't diss battle rappers in his blog with Vlad Then niggas would probably give his career more props than it has But see, it's evident your own negligence towards this culture caused you to become irrelevant And here I am figuring that you would have some better sense But then it hit me It ain't you, your stupidity is really embedded in your descent It's in your genetics it was meant So we really can't take offense because he Jewish So it's already in his blood for him to act like he ain't got no sense/cents So aye, Solomon, come here boy, come here boy So you battle me but you ran from Lux You know what you did? You know what you did? You got away from the nigga trying to shoot you in the head and got hit by a bus Either way you dead you fat coward For civil rights I'ma put out your lights; black power Aye, you wanna take money out my pockets you better relax patna Cause for those presidents I could act fouler than Jack Bauer I know your game, you figure since black niggas took over damn near sport white man created You figure since blacks created rap this'll be a get back, you'll infiltrate it In hopes to become the greatest Then that way you can open up the floodgates so all your white buddies can invade it, right? Well if that's your plan you are highly inebriated Or somebody ain't tell your dumbass Eminem already made it And speaking of that His online interview, I am clicking through the pages This nigga had the nerve to say if He ain't at least better than Em' then him and Em' are on the same wavelength Ain't no way in a Jamaicans tank top you could compare this nigga to Eminem First of all, Em' is German, he Jewish you already know what they did to them Put it like this, if he had to move his furniture from his old apartment to his new cordial loft He'll be terrified to ask what the U-Haul will cost (holocaust) Now you wanna jack my swag? I should smack yo' ass You must be on E for thinking you Em' He a clown He wanna leave with the W but he dyslexic, nigga yo' upsides down You only an Em'-poster (impostor) so switch yourself around And you will see, fucking with E You ain't just trying to be Em', you trying to be me Completely off topic, if my brothers Kevin and Tony Durant Told me to describe his wife by using a game of ball I would tell them niggas his missus is the first three misses if a nigga was playing Horse Why you looking stupid boy? Everybody know what she known for First, her head is one pill short of a medicine cabinet She letting niggas squeeze they mayonnaise on her lettuce and carrots She begging to go raw She a slut and a whore, that bitch is a cold slaw And if you feel some type of way about that then play the floor And I'll smash this cracker marshmallow to a S'more Aye, this nigga had some nerve to say that this was Jordan vs Bird You fucking kidding me? This is practice, this is Jordan vers' Kerr And since you on my team here's how I'ma have to do you Spot your ass in the corner and wait til I pass it to you I bet my bottom dollar he was that annoying little toddler you wanna beat in the street The one mommy can't control, he gotta get walked with a lease He don't never get hit, she just give him a speech You know, "Sharing is caring Aaron Be fair to your parent's Aaron Come off the chandelier, let's stop having these tantrums Aaron." You see Ms. Murkin when these little bastards don't follow your rules They grow up to kill movie theaters and shoot up the whole school Now let this round conclude You think you better than Em', you a fraud this shit is incredible cuz But we can't blame him cause that's what that nose medicine does I guarantee that if Dave Chappelle and Rick James was right here professing to cuz They'll be telling him what? (Cocaine is a helluva drug!) Easy nigga! [Round 3: Murda Mook] How many niggas came here thinking lil' Aaron was gon' win this? If they did they'd be the same muhfuckas that'll prolly call Stevie Wonder to the stand as a witness Listen, I wanna see if y'all catch some shit he be doing every rhyme Cause a lot of y'all be caught with the same trick every time Look, he listens to a niggas verse Then he picks some shit within the verse Maybe a line or two that be hard, it hitting it hurt He feels humiliated, so naturally the feeling needs to get reversed So he takes the line he flips it first He adds some of his different words just prepares Goes over in his head what he's just rehearsed And when it's his go he uses it on his opponent so it can hit 'em worse and it works! Until now See, a four to six bar rebuttal to spit the shit you wrote to me that's cool The problem comes in when you lie and say everything after the rebuttal was a freestyle too Cause that's exactly what you do, I got him quoted He said, "I don't really prepare much for my opponent, you know cause I just get caught up in the moment." Okay, so if you freestyle and you trying to do is portray to them is that you freestyle It should be nothing for you to freestyle all three minutes of your next three rounds And see, I ain't talking that 8 to 10 bar shit that you start with Nah bitch, I wanna dive a little bit deeper in the mosh pit See, it was his image that got him over Cause he was a corny looking white boy So when he rap he added a little black swag We'll give him more credit cause shit for a white guy, he wasn't half bad See, but it's like the white guy that just get on the court You know the nigga Got a headband on, two wristbands on Knee pads, knee braces, a mouth guard and some tight ass shorts Immediately, what you do? You write him off Like, "Shit damn. Fuck ain't nobody else sitting up in them stands? Well fuck it, we gotta 'em we only got nine need a tenth man." So after what, like, forty possessions they finally pass it to him like, "Let's see how he do." Niggas ain't expecting much, they like, aight at best he prolly can shoot What yo' nigga do? He start guarding him, taunting him Like, "Aye white boy, show me how you hoop." He fake a show, do the give and go, catch the alley oop We like, "Oooow!" White boy got game See it's a shame, let me explain how this story and his story are one of the same And how the color of his skin can dictate the amount of credit he get Because the very next play, a black nigga caught that same alley oop but it was just REGULAR SHIT! If it's a line I'm not supposed to cross I'm scraping that line out Cause right now I'm about to say some shit you thought nobody would ever find out And may my daughter drop dead if I'm lying Please look at this nigga's face the whole time It's a small world Solomon I'm telling you Aight, you remember Isabelle? Well she got a friend that used to mess with you Long story, me and shorty at the bar she had about six or seven brews I showed her my battle she said "Wait a minute this is what you do?" I said, "Yeah" she said, "What a coincidence that I've met with you cause I know a guy who does the same thing and he's incredible." I said, "Then who?" She said, "Does Iron Solomon ring a bell to you?" I said, "Nah" she said, "Well then I won't feel guilty telling you." I said, "What's that?" She said, "One night I was gonna sex with dude until he confessed to me he only has one testicle." I said, "No, wait a minute bitch, that's some shit that's supposed to be sacred." She said, "Well some years back we dated and that's reason we didn't make it." Well I say that to say this, and here's what I wanna see If you got one testicle Then what the fuck gave you the balls to stand in front of me? If your niggas getting hype, you better told 'em slow down they speedometer Cause if shit get hot niggas pop like thermometers And they don't give a fuck they'll run up in your synagogue on your eight day of Hanukkah Yang yang yang! Three shots in your yamaka Niggas act like I was doing something wrong letting them foes hit 'em His name "Iron" he supposed to have holes in him Aye, nine years on my dick, it was pitiful, every blog, every interview He would mention Mook and then he would see me in person and be hospitable I remember in Harry's office running into you He tried to give me dap and come in for a tight hug But I brush him with the shoulder like, "What up?" give him light love And then, Solomon decides to try again But see we can't blame him Cause he ain't been in the streets and did no crime so we gotta explain him So we can help him see the signs cause Being from his side, as tough as it prolly got, was the Huxtables {Smack calls time} [Round 3: Iron Solomon] I can't believe I just heard them words come out your jaw This dude just did a whole fucking verse about my balls [Round 4: Murda Mook] Hey Solomon, this round I'ma give you a pass I'ma take a couple minutes off from kicking yo' ass I figured this way we could better your odds Besides, I'm already up on the letter man cards Now the moment we've been waiting for Where the fuck would these battle rap niggas be if there wasn't no Mook? First off, no body in the world would know DNA didn't have a tooth We would've never heard Suge say that bullshit about Proof And Surf would've just been another dirty nigga with his pants in his boots Aye dirty Surf, dirty Surf, where you at? Aye, put me on with your fashion commander Cause how the fuck you be having on new clothes that look like they just came outta the hamper? You look like you wash up with a brand of soap called Never Clean I swear to God you are the fliest, bum ass nigga I ever seen What?I gotta put it in subtitles or something? Do a nigga gotta put on them gloves by your or something? Do a nigga gotta let out the snub by you or something? Have the body snatchers take all you love by you or something? Aye Calicoe, if there wasn't no Mook, right now you would be in Detroit with your pack Trying to win a freestyle battle using another nigga's raps Aye Captain Planet, I think I hear some rhymes recycling I always knew something was fishy about you I should hook your jaw for all them lines you biting Aye Arsonal, Arsonal, when you put that flag on you look like a purple goof You told Illmaculate you was gon' have your man do to him the same shit he did to Murda Mook Well what the fuck did he do? When I wasn't looking he put his fist in my chin I smacked it down Five niggas holding me back I'm ready to scrap, get wild Your man Swag moonwalk to the back of the crowd How we was all in your town and wasn't backing down? Then why don't he say some shit that wasn't on the tape How directly after that I was screaming on him with my hands all in his face And he ain't swing or nothing, so miss me with that tough shit Nigga we know you fronting See, it's just like these faggots, they only tell half shit Then never talk about the consequences of their actions And since we on the topic of consequences and niggas actions I feel it's bout time that we get into this Math shit Now, I ain't got no beef with Math, that's the same exact shit he said about me last Summer Madness After he said that wack shit Well after this, that's it, I'm done But I feel like, any real nigga would feel like if you one nigga fighting two niggas and one of them got the gun And you still getting busy, they don't knock you down, you don't run You don't get shot, have to go to the doc, then you won! But see, it's just like these faggots, they only tell half shit They never talk about the consequences of their actions Now rumor has it, your boy Mathematics caught in a clothing store in Harlem called Jans and got his ass whipped Reliable source says young boys caught Math in the store He got surrounded on, he know it's over, waiting for them cops is what he's counting on, but that was wrong He got hit with racks of True Religions, racks of Paper denims Even the racks off the fitteds They say your boy got pounded on Do y'all wanna know how bad they said Math got pounded on? They said they hit that nigga with so many racks of clothes when they was finished he had a whole new outfit on I said damn Hoffa, that's more hats, more gats, more bats I bet you prolly shit in your drawers when you hear the song Racks on racks on racks Aye Solomon let's speak Why don't you tell the world what happened with you and Immortal Technique? Oh don't worry, I got it Back in the days him and Tech' had some beef, they bump into one another Figures, he wants to iron things out but it wasn't nothing to discuss a Now tell me if I'm lying to these motherfucking brothers Immortal Technique smack the shit out of him in front of his motherfucking mother And ask what he did when his face met that pound Stood there with the same look he got now Really though, you should've had a television sized Tylenol when you made that Spring Fever video I promise, this nigga was dancing with colorful flowers and rainbows behind him When I seen that shit, I kinda understood why he was so infatuated with Big Foot's dick If Solomon is killing Murda Mook right now is your thoughts You will go home, watch that video re calibrate your thinking and say he lost Now should we conclude this round? Should we conclude this fucking round? It ain't never gon' change with Surf he always gon' be dirty and old looking Thanks to Calicoe, lot of rap niggas got they quotes tooken Arsonal? He pussy, Math Hoffa got a clothes whooping You got smacked in front of your mother, this shit is incredible cuz But you can't blame him, cause that's what that nose medicine does I guarantee if Dave Chappelle and Rick James was right here professing to cuz they'll be telling him what? [Crowd:] Cocaine is a helluva drug! [Mook] Easy nigga! [Round 5: Murda Mook] Yo, I commend you for your courage dawg, I ain't gon' lie Cause all jokes aside my goal tonight was to make you cry I knew eight years back you lacked the skill it took to mess with me I ain't even battling you Iron, I'm battling my legacy This ain't about me beating you, nigga, this is bigger than any line said This is about showing these niggas the crown only belongs on my head But I'ma take it off for a second and I'ma let you wear it for a minute But now you gotta wear all the negative shit that come with it Now that you got that on a million battle rappers got your name in they lyrics Cause this thing you got on your head they all trying to get it Picture every little mistake you make getting blown outta proportion A thousand Tweets a day, fans telling you that you lost it And soon as a battle rapper go on some kind of a streak They automatically become that nigga you can't beat Then every week it repeats, it repeats it repeats They can't wait to catch you by yourself in the street so you gotta keep that heat See this thing made you famous, I see your head nodding, it's getting kinda heavy ain't it You gotta watch where you eat, fuck, sleep, shit, park, you can't be drunk at every place you at Nigga, I'll give you a day with that, you'll be begging me to take it back Nigga give me my shit! Break whatever spirit you in And I hope you enjoyed that cause you won't ever get to wear it again I had a lot of gas on my chest Rex said, "Mook, light the fire then." That ignited a question, of why you would decide to name yourself Iron Solomon Alright, aside from the obvious, I know "Solomon" is your middle name and "Aaron" is your first So you figuring, Aaron/Iron, Iron/Aaron, I'll give you that it works But see when we think about Solomon I'ma have to spin this a different way to get you convinced I'ma have to give it to y'all niggas in the biblical sense Now what they teach is that Solomon was a king and he was one of the wisest men But what they don't teach is that it was a flip side to him He indulged in a lot of sin A lot of [?], he had so much wealth and power that the devil got inside of him And he turned his back on Yahweh cause he started thinking God was him Now why would ya mama then, in turn decide to honor him And name you after that king, King Solomon? See, she cursed him, from the name she gave him when she birthed him And that's why I'm on this stage for one specific purpose I'm God's son, he sent me down to do his dirty work And wash this motherfucker up because he's a dirty person So don't blame me and act all hard Blame this ass whooping on your mother for naming you after somebody that turned they back on God What happened to your old crew the Svengali Brothers? Oh you ain't think I got the word? You ain't have nothing more that you can use them for so you kicked them to the curb I remember clear as day, "The Svengali Brothers, this the crew I'm riding with." But see a problem hit, when they realized you was only trying to be the first four letters of Solomon You ain't really want to put in the last two letters of Iron So when you used what you could use well you just let them the first three letters of flying Am I lying? See that's why I find it hypocritical of him to use my music to win in his verse And I don't blame y'all, cause you ain't really know how this music industry work Aye Puff, when you first come in this game they try to play ya You gotta act like everybody's neighbors, it's a favor for a favor They smile in your face but deep down they want to slay ya See that's why in this game I'll prolly never be a player Cause that facade I won't do it cause I never was a faker Shit, if I love you then I love you but if I hate ya then I hate ya I think we all know this tune from listening to Jada See that fake shit, I might never be adjusted I might never get to blow, who know? Nigga fuck it, but unlike you I'ma always stay true to the niggas that I fuck with I guess I'm stuck with, what I'm stuck with because I don't suck dick Wait a minute, there it goes, now I remember him I've been looking for you Zimmerman {Starts pouring Skittles on Iron's feet} I've been looking for you Zimmerman, February 26th you took my life I know you racist even though you trying to say that profile ain't right I know your mother from Peru but your father is white And every son wanna be like what they father is like I remember clear as day I'm in the middle of the street Why you following me mister? You giving me the creeps You rush me in my defense I started giving you the beats And then you shot and all I had was some Skittles and a tee And your apology was bullshit, you ain't mean what you say Cause you said if you could do it again you would react the same way But hey, in the south the shit happen everyday I'm just a lucky case they let most of these bastards get away But Mook got me so while I'm up here laying in God's grace I got the same hoodie on and this look of a hard face And I can't wait til next year the day that they put your trial on Me, Emmitt Till and Yusef Hawkins got our popcorn Hope everyday you close your eyes you gotta see me Hope no kid gotta know what it feels like to be me And when that judge bang that gavel, yell "guilty" do you greasy Mook, what we gon' yell at that TV? [Crowd] EASY! [Murda Mook] It ain't over yet, I want y'all to give this nigga all applause Cause tonight is the night this Jewish nigga really became a man, nigga; mazel tov
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