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Born Allah..
Sweet Daddy Grace.. The Supreme Being.. Love Allah.. Ill Boogie.. (*echoes*) [ Verse One ] Rap is my bitch, but right now she got me pissed Let these niggaz fuck for a buck Damn I mischocked, you platinum plus but it still sucks Westcoast stuff without a kakis and a ?? But I ain`t giving up, the chronic and hennesey on my pistol rip paw You fools bustin` cats in they rapz But can`t take it when they raps bust back So I be like "Yo fuck these emcees" I`m in a recordstore spitting on emcees, these My attitude rock is L`s with a golden nameplate and a Kango That`s why rappers is gettin` strangled They call me, Jack The Ripper when I`m off the liquor I smoke chronic, is raw spitting in ebonics If you want it, you got it But you gotta call me `Your Highness` Cause me and my niggaz we`s gon` to bring the ruckus, so fuck it Born Allah is out for them duckets With niggaz with straps hit rats rollin` in them buckets [ Chorus ] Born Allah, can`t hide y`all, Chief Big Balls Sweet Daddy Amazin` Grace came to blaze the place Raise the states, keep the hotness in your milkcrates And you can come to me if you`re looking for someone to hate "Next time we bring it to these faggots we ain`t playin" -> Jadakiss "You and your squad better praise the real God" "I was born" "The A-L-L-A-H" [ Verse Two ] Yo, lyrically I don`t even see you fools is rappers Bitch ass niggaz saggin` smilin` for the cameras Wannabe gangsters, O.D.`ed on mafia-movies Dreamsy you smoking cigars, rollin` with uzi`s You tutsi, wear in wardrobe for the movie You really not the ill nigga that you claim to be (You`se a phoney) All gassed up by ya people, before comin` to me have a Pholie and a Primo Deathwish, cause this a fist-fight to music I`m closin` on rappers and make `em feel claustrophobic I wait in the den for you to come out the closet It be the fourth of July, but ain`t nothing hoppin` Shockin`, I found out about your lil` girl Robin Fucking a neighbourhood felon with no protection My erection is hard, cause I`m guard on the rap Arm, leg, leg, arm, arm, head, `nuff said [ Chorus ] [ Verse Three ] I spit refusely, my pin abused losely Who got beef? Fool we all court in the street I keep a p-noid, watching from across the room standin` like a b-boy Fool you ain`t the one, you just a decoy Kneeled before me like Sallah Starvin` like Ramadan, lyrical phenomenon Born, watch out, strike like lightning Should I be writing, get motherfuckers in the fighting It`s on, my lyrics come in the form of a foetus Thirty bars on labor, now you giving birth for dope shit Every track I rip is like a birth-certificate Floor the mothership with these dibs, puffin` canibus Can you stand this, righteous man from Los Angeles Notorious lyricist, tryna overcome and gimmick shit Most of `em just mimmick it, bitin` a little bit But don`t trip, we gon` squash that shit [ Chorus ] [ Samples cut `n scratches `til fade ]
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