I look you in the grill
And I laugh inside
Niggas always perpetratin
Like they down to ride
But please dont try to tell me
What I can not see
Whats the real definiton
Of A Fake MC
Muthafuckas only rappin since 93
And expect all props
Them gettin dropped like hot rocks
"So stop what you doin cause Im
About to ruin".....
Like Shock-G get turned to stone
Tryin to rock me
I seperate my thought process
From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain
Tyrin to maintain
I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls
I seem like Kadeem
In a whole different world
Its the girls the cars niggas lose themselves
Forgettin who they are
When they try to be that superstar
They dont understand
Its all in the game plan
Exploit the art
And watch Hip-Hop fall apart
But Im a do my part, and stay true
And keep breakin down bitch niggas like you
Im not the type
To play games or drop
Name I just maintain
And burn rappers out the frame
Doin my part to stay true
And keep breakin down
Bitch niggas like you
But above all else
I represent it for myself
Leavin muthafuckas stretched out
Or better yet X-ed out
Xzibit, Excelerate, I rush it to the extreme
Like nicotine, never get me clean
From your blood stream
We all cant bust, so do it how you must
But if you hustle, avoid gettin rushed
With hand cuffs plus
In got we trust but dont trust us, we just
Add to the ashes, then pick up the dust
Like that
I make it seem
Like you havin bad dreams
Have you wakin up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived Goddamit
We bout to rock the whole planet
And bitch niggas cant stand it
Try to play the back and look intense
You need to hit a fence
You dont want none of this
Hands on experience
Im no the type to play games
Or drop names I just
Maintain and drop rappers out the frame
I bring it to the ruffest toughest
Mic killers
And you wanna be niggas
And you burn bithces, type vicious
Imitating Hurricane flow for riches
You dont know the half
I got the ill vocab double rap style
Gettin bucked
More freaky than your last good fuck
Milkin you like ba ba pieces
Meetin niggas lyrical wishes
Writin rhymes and washin out dishes
Flowin with the likwid wicked
Representin with my nigga Xzibit
And we gonna do it
And do it and do it
Til you satisfied! cause shit is tight
Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic
Smashin and trashin
Fuck Moschino fashion
All you muthafuckas need to stop askin
Valued more than the chrome
On your last set of wheels
Hurricane here to reign on your brain
Just maintain
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