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House Of Pain Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again Fed Up Remix I say brothers are amused by other brothers reps But they're all playing roles just like Omar Epps I see so many players I wonder where the coach is My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches The dough that you're making has got you fronting and faking Your heart's been shook your brain's cooked like bacon Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue Bonnet And now it's my turn kid watch me churn There's only so many spots they're had to earn Pack it up pack it in Let me begin Too many men are judged by the color of their skin Their apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest The more damn pure I got the cure for this fest The wackness is spreading like a plague MC's, they wanna get paid But they cant make the fuckin' grade How many times you wannabe's gonna try? Yo they just style like dockers They cant touch the knowelege I disordify I tavel through the darkness carrying my torch like a soldier When I'm holdin down the fort For some time, now Others callin it manuscript When I stop to go a top They be like Damn he flipped Now I'm sick, and fed up wit that bullshit I got that lyrical front tip When you sell out to appeal to the masses You have to go back and enroll in some classes All you worthless pieces start shaking your asses All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it Back in '89 I dropped too much acid Rock from Lake Habasoo out to Lake Placid While you busy ragging on the people you blasted I'm asking how many days have you fasted [Chorus] Get up I'll break ya down a little something I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Dead up too many crews be fronting I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Get up I'll break ya down a little something I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting Dead up too many crews be fronting I'm fed up it's time to go head hunting I'm sick, demented, I smack my manager The flow thats flessin I'm adressing all ya'll imatures Cause to your back, I got the "Tre Piounce Piete" Tell me why you tryin' to claim that you a gansta', baby? But let's suppose you really had a burner (suppose) You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer Fuck a murder I'm a just kill your ego Cause we know that you ain't really got no people Murdering a prop my man this my homey that You need to get the fuck out my face cause you don't know me jack Eney, meeny, miney, moe I put seeds in your mental and I watch em grow Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show Cause I know and you this is how we go Somalaku to the Muslim Shalom to the Hebrew Geed lust envy sloth gluttony pride and wrath do the math These seven deadly sins represent my jinn You scheming on testing me kid where you been I been told all my life I'm my only friend There's a killer on the road money it's the end And you might think that I'm a dummy But while you're out at the spot I'm homes' chilling with your honey I kicks flavor Like Steven King I write the horror If you wanna see tomorrow when I lead you're best to follow Or you'll be left along the road in the dust (in the dust) And me and you won't have too much to discuss I dont know why MC's will come to test for ionide Master of myself, my wealth It's just my state of mind I stack my loot Just for a rainy day And you can parch on your forty Cause rappers I slay I'm the quick draw The outlaw I doubt ya'll Ready to fuck with me So boy stop Or, I'm a beat your ass Like your pops Hit the real estate money and then the props [Chorus] |
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