[Produced by Bomb Squad]
[Verse 1]
It's overtime so the lyric, they fear it
When they hear it
The flow
100 miles and runnin
And Get near it
And go
Check it out
Go
To the race
Give the drummer a taste
The bass iz commin commin
Suckas runnin from it
Damn, why you call him the man
Here I am scramm
Never ran, never fight the Black
From Iraq or Iran, who bombed Japan?
Blood on his hands
Part of a plan
He don't really believe In uhh! God damn
If it comes down to shuttin
Them down
I'm in the hood surrounded, Tell em I'm grounded
I'm on that psycho analytical
Tip if politics iz stickin to The mix like tricks
I'm one more time givin time Where the rhyme go
Elite to the street To the brothers doing death row
(So where ya at If the beat ain't fat)
Say what
[Verse 1]
It's overtime so the lyric, they fear it
When they hear it
The flow
100 miles and runnin
And Get near it
And go
Check it out
Go
To the race
Give the drummer a taste
The bass iz commin commin
Suckas runnin from it
Damn, why you call him the man
Here I am scramm
Never ran, never fight the Black
From Iraq or Iran, who bombed Japan?
Blood on his hands
Part of a plan
He don't really believe In uhh! God damn
If it comes down to shuttin
Them down
I'm in the hood surrounded, Tell em I'm grounded
I'm on that psycho analytical
Tip if politics iz stickin to The mix like tricks
I'm one more time givin time Where the rhyme go
Elite to the street To the brothers doing death row
(So where ya at If the beat ain't fat)
Say what
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