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(Intro: Tim Dog)
Yeahhhhh..
I wanna get some *** off my chest, *** off my chest
I wanna get some *** off my chest, *** off my chest
I wanna get some *** off my chest
(Tim Dog)
I got this rap *** sewn, locked down, from the ground to the sky
From L.A., all the way to Long I
Who am I? That *** *** who be dissin
I be rippin *** like I'm eatin on some chicken
Finger lickin, like I got you out of Sylvia's
Copeland's, Roscoe's, pollo, lo-co
Bo-jangles, Popeye's, even KFC
Yo MC's ain't got no wins when they *** with D-O-G
I'm dramatic, emphatic - I'm charismatic
I'm down with my *** (magnetic, magnetic)
My people, keepin it real, *** up your mind
Representin to the fullest, yo I got another rhyme
SHOWTIME, pump more systems than the Alpine
I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now what's on my mind (word)
My mind's fed up, yo I'm dead up
These ***-*** rappers and these punk *** gonna get wet up
(WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin like they're jiggy
Just because you rap don't make you a piggy
Who is he? Some unknown sucka from the projects
Made a few demos, now you think you got it
Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like Treach (word?)
Beats mad weak (woo!) *** can't catch (ha!)
Sayin Def Jam's gonna sign you
You betta get a job and leave that *** behind you, WORD
You got some *** nerve
I shoulda left yo' *** on the god damn curb
But I'ma leave it all the *** same
And focus my attention on those rappers in the game
NOW, first you made a jam that's hot (hot)
Then you made another then that *** went pop (pop)
Then you made another then that *** had flopped
You deserve exactly what yo' *** got, ***!
Tryin to run after the whites
You used to wear Timbs, now yo' *** is in tights
And every time I see you, all you wanna do is fight
Don't get mad cause my *** is right, aight?
I'm a *** man like you
You wanna be fake, while I gotta be true (word)
You wanna be the next when you shoulda been you
Now tell me what the *** am I supposed to do? BE-ATCH!
(Chorus 2X: Tim Dog) + (Kool Keith)
All I wanna do is rap
Get some trap, and live life kinda fat, that's that
But how could a man just rap
(When the whole *** industry is WAK!)
(Interlude: Kool Keith)
Yeah, Kool Keith checkin in
That's right, for you wak *** I got to show, SKILL
Tell you like it is, gotta get this *** off
(Kool Keith)
This ain't the Grammy awards, ***-tight tuxedos
*** are phony, tryin to act like my peoples
TV stars, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson
Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some *** action
*** like Al Green, you can't trust Little Richard..
.. little bitchard
Girls today slept with Rock Hudson
The NBA - your favorite ballplayer's turnin gay
Girls go nut, get attracted havin wild sex
In big mansions, Hollywood's unsafe sex
Sniffin coke, movie stars roll in fly cards
Everybody has a card, runs a fake business
I'm that O.J. who gives a *** about his case
like Madonna, that devil wearin paint on her face
You know the industry has already crossed over sexually
A lot of people turned bumblebee
*** and Gomorr', it's time for information
Half of y'all sick sing at the AIDS Foundation
I lay it down clown and take your famous *** crown
Glamour and famous mixed up, you slept with Rod Stewart
Girls get caught, take off they heels for they record deals
Did you get the deal ***?
Got served
And you sayyyyyyyyyyy...
(Chorus)
(Tim Dog) Word up!