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(Yes)\nNo more days like those\n\nAllow me to put some sense on you coons\nToo much success, um, here comes your doom\nThey told you niggas the sky's the limit\nThen they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the moon\nYou rise to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won\nAnd they keep your masters, your kids become bastards\nHaving to ask executives for their daddy records\nSounding like Blind Mellow Jelly son\n\nLook in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent\nI might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives island\nI vow to never fail my phonics until I'm real iconic\nAnd you can throw me in a cell, I got it\nI go to jail bout eight, go \"oh well\" then post bail 'bout nine-ish\nI treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it\nThen tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it\n\nThese rap niggas bugged out like divas\nThey drugged out thugged out receivers\nI meet them at their stash place, heat them\nThen tell them they better drag race the fuck away from me\nOr get their mug shot like Bieber\nI catch him at the bus stop while he reading\nThis .45 will give him the same hollow Lux got\nI represent the must-haves and whatnots\nNiggas that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots\n\nYou should know\n(But you don't really want nothing)\nYou should know\n(Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\nYou should know\n(So what you saying yo?)\n(Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\nYou should know\n(Fuck the whole world)\n\nFreedom or jail, clips inserted\nA baby's being born, same time a man is murdered\nThe beginning and end\nYou on a block playing killer with your knife\nWithout a gun, you're an option\nBe cut out for the game\nOr they're gon' play rock, paper, scissors with your life\n\nI'm usually more spiritual at night\n'Cause murder's in the air more like a Pippen Nike\nWhipping white, the white American kryptonite\nLiving a scripted life\nA different picket, different type\nWhoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the night\nIn the morning, go home to my wife\nBefore she try and sell my shit\n99 percent sure that she gon' try and smell my dick\nThirsty niggas is praying to hell, I slip\n\nThe baddest bitches, the last bitches you would've ever imagined\nWould've had chlamydia getting dragged to cities\nCity after city niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties\n\nYou should know\n(But you don't really want nothing)\nYou should know\n(Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\nYou should know\n(So what you saying yo?)\n(Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\nYou should know\n(Fuck the whole world)\n\n(Pick it up)\nI don't know why y'all so highly regarded\nYou rhyme like you're borderline mildly retarded\nI show you what my father done started\nA rhyme on a god-level, the godliest artist\nY'all follow artists who target their audience\nBut not me, I target the artist, follow the target\nHolding a strap, pointing it at sinners\nAnd that's when I tell them, like Kobe to Shaq\nYou lazy and I'm tired of your jogging\nShoot at their feet 'til the dance start\n\nI'm going H.A.M. in the slaughterhouse\nFuck you and your damn charts\nAnd your crowd participation\nI'm putting a landmine under your stage\nHad his place raining fan parts\nAnd called that shit crowd precipitation\n\nI'm more premier than my own DJ and Pac's brother\nI came out of my momma's womb with a box cutter\nLyrical spitting image that mirrors the birth of Slim\nNone of these rappers can work with me, I work with them\n\nYou should know\n(But you don't really want nothing)\nYou should know\n(Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\nYou should know\n(So what you saying yo?)\n(Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\nYou should know\n(Fuck the whole world) PRhyme!\n\nOn the vocals\nYou have Detroit's own Dwele\nProviding the instruments\nWe have\nThe incomparable Adrian Younge\nAnd on the wheels of steel\nDJ Premier\nYeah\n(I've seen, and I see it again)\n(I'm not the kind of person who come here and say what you like)\n\nRock, rock, rock on\nRock, rock, rock on\nI'm going to tell you the truth, whether you like it or not\nCan I prove it? 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it\n[01:02.21] These rap niggas bugged out like divas\n[01:04.48] They drugged out thugged out receivers\n[01:06.43] I meet them at their stash place, heat them\n[01:07.98] Then tell them they better drag race the fuck away from me\n[01:10.51] Or get their mug shot like Bieber\n[01:12.45] I catch him at the bus stop while he reading\n[01:14.82] This .45 will give him the same hollow Lux got\n[01:17.71] I represent the must-haves and whatnots\n[01:19.97] Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots\n[01:22.66] You should know\n[01:25.45] (But you don't really want nothing)\n[01:27.91] You should know\n[01:30.37] (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\n[01:32.92] You should know\n[01:34.39] (So what you saying yo?)\n[01:35.73] (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\n[01:38.12] You should know\n[01:40.87] (Fuck the whole world)\n[01:42.79] Freedom or jail, clips inserted\n[01:44.20] A baby's being born, same time a man is murdered\n[01:46.61] The beginning and end\n[01:47.92] You on a block playing killer with your knife\n[01:50.02] Without a gun, you're an option\n[01:51.40] Be cut out for the game\n[01:52.29] Or they're gon' play rock, paper, scissors with your life\n[01:54.46] I'm usually more spiritual at night\n[01:56.26] 'Cause murder's in the air more like a Pippen Nike\n[01:58.84] Whipping white, the white American kryptonite\n[02:01.01] Living a scripted life\n[02:02.77] A different picket, different type\n[02:04.01] Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the night\n[02:06.42] In the morning, go home to my wife\n[02:08.34] Before she try and sell my shit\n[02:09.65] 99 percent sure that she gon' try and smell my dick\n[02:12.31] Thirsty niggas is praying to hell, I slip\n[02:14.35] The baddest bitches, the last bitches you would've ever imagined\n[02:17.58] Would've had chlamydia getting dragged to cities\n[02:20.14] City after city niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties\n[02:24.86] You should know\n[02:28.05] (But you don't really want nothing)\n[02:29.99] You should know\n[02:31.82] (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\n[02:35.26] You should know\n[02:36.07] (So what you saying yo?)\n[02:37.46] (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\n[02:40.06] You should know\n[02:41.61] (Fuck the whole world)\n[02:43.57] (Pick it up)\n[02:45.33] I don't know why y'all so highly regarded\n[02:47.20] You rhyme like you're borderline mildly retarded\n[02:49.37] I show you what my father done started\n[02:51.15] A rhyme on a god-level, the godliest artist\n[02:53.52] Y'all follow artists who target their audience\n[02:55.70] But not me, I target the artist, follow the target\n[02:58.15] Holding a strap, pointing it at sinners\n[03:00.21] And that's when I tell them, like Kobe to Shaq\n[03:02.17] You lazy and I'm tired of your jogging\n[03:04.01] Shoot at their feet 'til the dance start\n[03:05.86] I'm going H.A.M. in the slaughterhouse\n[03:07.78] Fuck you and your damn charts\n[03:09.19] And your 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DJ Premier\n[04:07.39] Yeah\n[04:08.73] (I've seen, and I see it again)\n[04:12.47] (I'm not the kind of person who come here and say what you like)\n[04:15.97] Rock, rock, rock on\n[04:16.35] Rock, rock, rock on\n[04:18.33] I'm going to tell you the truth, whether you like it or not\n[04:21.36] Can I prove it? 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Pac's brother\n  start_ms: 196340\n  end_ms: 198920\n- text: I came out of my momma's womb with a box cutter\n  start_ms: 198920\n  end_ms: 201520\n- text: Lyrical spitting image that mirrors the birth of Slim\n  start_ms: 201520\n  end_ms: 203980\n- text: None of these rappers can work with me, I work with them\n  start_ms: 203980\n  end_ms: 206570\n- text: You should know\n  start_ms: 206570\n  end_ms: 209840\n- text: (But you don't really want nothing)\n  start_ms: 209840\n  end_ms: 211760\n- text: You should know\n  start_ms: 211760\n  end_ms: 214150\n- text: (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\n  start_ms: 214150\n  end_ms: 216740\n- text: You should know\n  start_ms: 216740\n  end_ms: 217900\n- text: (So what you saying yo?)\n  start_ms: 217900\n  end_ms: 219260\n- text: (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\n  start_ms: 219260\n  end_ms: 221610\n- text: You should know\n  start_ms: 221610\n  end_ms: 224370\n- text: (Fuck the whole world) PRhyme!\n  start_ms: 224370\n  end_ms: 227530\n- text: On the vocals\n  start_ms: 227530\n  end_ms: 230480\n- text: You have Detroit's own Dwele\n  start_ms: 230480\n  end_ms: 235710\n- text: Providing the instruments\n  start_ms: 235710\n  end_ms: 238440\n- text: We have\n  start_ms: 238440\n  end_ms: 239820\n- text: The incomparable Adrian Younge\n  start_ms: 239820\n  end_ms: 243010\n- text: And on the wheels of steel\n  start_ms: 243010\n  end_ms: 245960\n- text: DJ Premier\n  start_ms: 245960\n  end_ms: 247360\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 247360\n  end_ms: 248750\n- text: (I've seen, and I see it again)\n  start_ms: 248750\n  end_ms: 252410\n- text: (I'm not the kind of person who come here and say what you like)\n  start_ms: 252410\n  end_ms: 255970\n- text: Rock, rock, rock on\n  start_ms: 255970\n  end_ms: 256320\n- text: Rock, rock, rock on\n  start_ms: 256320\n  end_ms: 258390\n- text: I'm going to tell you the truth, whether you like it or not\n  start_ms: 258390\n  end_ms: 261340\n- text: Can I prove it? (Yes)\n  start_ms: 261340\n  end_ms: 264130\n- text: No more days like those\n  start_ms: 264130\n  end_ms: 268370\n- text: You should know\n  start_ms: 268370\n  end_ms: 271600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 271600\nplain: |-\n  Rock, rock, rock on\n  Rock, rock, rock on\n  I'm going to tell you the truth, whether you like it or not\n  Can I prove it? (Yes)\n  No more days like those\n\n  Allow me to put some sense on you coons\n  Too much success, um, here comes your doom\n  They told you niggas the sky's the limit\n  Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the moon\n  You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won\n  And they keep your masters, your kids become bastards\n  Having to ask executives for their daddy records\n  Sounding like Blind Mellow Jelly son\n\n  Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent\n  I might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives island\n  I vow to never fail my phonics until I'm real iconic\n  And you can throw me in a cell, I got it\n  I go to jail bout eight, go \"oh well\" then post bail 'bout nine-ish\n  I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it\n  Then tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it\n\n  These rap niggas bugged out like divas\n  They drugged out thugged out receivers\n  I meet them at their stash place, heat them\n  Then tell them they better drag race the fuck away from me\n  Or get their mug shot like Bieber\n  I catch him at the bus stop while he reading\n  This .45 will give him the same hollow Lux got\n  I represent the must-haves and whatnots\n  Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots\n\n  You should know\n  (But you don't really want nothing)\n  You should know\n  (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\n  You should know\n  (So what you saying yo?)\n  (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\n  You should know\n  (Fuck the whole world)\n\n  Freedom or jail, clips inserted\n  A baby's being born, same time a man is murdered\n  The beginning and end\n  You on a block playing killer with your knife\n  Without a gun, you're an option\n  Be cut out for the game\n  Or they're gon' play rock, paper, scissors with your life\n\n  I'm usually more spiritual at night\n  'Cause murder's in the air more like a Pippen Nike\n  Whipping white, the white American kryptonite\n  Living a scripted life\n  A different picket, different type\n  Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the night\n  In the morning, go home to my wife\n  Before she try and sell my shit\n  99 percent sure that she gon' try and smell my dick\n  Thirsty niggas is praying to hell, I slip\n\n  The baddest bitches, the last bitches you would've ever imagined\n  Would've had chlamydia getting dragged to cities\n  City after city niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties\n\n  You should know\n  (But you don't really want nothing)\n  You should know\n  (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\n  You should know\n  (So what you saying yo?)\n  (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\n  You should know\n  (Fuck the whole world)\n\n  (Pick it up)\n  I don't know why y'all so highly regarded\n  You rhyme like you're borderline mildly retarded\n  I show you what my father done started\n  A rhyme on a god-level, the godliest artist\n  Y'all follow artists who target their audience\n  But not me, I target the artist, follow the target\n  Holding a strap, pointing it at sinners\n  And that's when I tell them, like Kobe to Shaq\n  You lazy and I'm tired of your jogging\n  Shoot at their feet 'til the dance start\n\n  I'm going H.A.M. in the slaughterhouse\n  Fuck you and your damn charts\n  And your crowd participation\n  I'm putting a landmine under your stage\n  Had his place raining fan parts\n  And called that shit crowd precipitation\n\n  I'm more premier than my own DJ and Pac's brother\n  I came out of my momma's womb with a box cutter\n  Lyrical spitting image that mirrors the birth of Slim\n  None of these rappers can work with me, I work with them\n\n  You should know\n  (But you don't really want nothing)\n  You should know\n  (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker, stop fronting)\n  You should know\n  (So what you saying yo?)\n  (Keep playing, y'all niggas will burn)\n  You should know\n  (Fuck the whole world) PRhyme!\n\n  On the vocals\n  You have Detroit's own Dwele\n  Providing the instruments\n  We have\n  The incomparable Adrian Younge\n  And on the wheels of steel\n  DJ Premier\n  Yeah\n  (I've seen, and I see it again)\n  (I'm not the kind of person who come here and say what you like)\n\n  Rock, rock, rock on\n  Rock, rock, rock on\n  I'm going to tell you the truth, whether you like it or not\n  Can I prove it? (Yes)\n  No more days like those\n  You should know\n"}]