calling all hot college radio spots
If you can't bite the apple then we brought
WHAT IT MEANS IS the versatile
Shit you love, that gets true love
In places where nothing else
The underground rise above
All the cream in this coffee mug,
All those who know True School is a must
If the records in your crates
And your steel wheels got no rust
Tables are turning towards
Brothers with hot lyrics that keep
UNSPOKEN HEARD is down with us
C. V. (?) is down with us
Raw Shack records you just
Rolling with the punches is
Some of y'all scratch your head
I live and die for it, just cause, not just cuz
So if it ain't justice then you get just ICE
See, at the date of this writing,
At the date of this writing I'm predicted gold
If 500, 000 love real rhymes and beats
I'll be halfway to platinum

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Get nowTo take what I got? (I think not)
To take what I got? (I think not)
(I got street knowledge plus
(I got props as a DJ and a true
(I got nuff respect in every time
So did you miss me? (YEAH)
Did you miss me? (for real?)
The hip- hop in my veins to
but the flavor's brand new
Now did you miss me? (word)
You better know I diss you too
Got crab mutherfuckers not
Now do you think that you can handle
But I transform the crowd into
fecofeliacs when move my vowels
I wet it, rip you with it, wait a minute,
Cuz I'm so amped up to set this off
We goin back in time to snatch out yer mother's
The Live one that brag is
Ain't I rated over most that brag?
Damn right, and one, now what?
What the hell you gon do with it?
You just mad cuz??? and your
You need to find some lyrics
that can fill these kicks
Until then, just refrain from riding my dick,
No matter how long you wait
So you better in a cesspool
Kid, it doesn't make SENSE
Claiming Live is past TENSE
So repent with knees BENT
See, my time and my money's
I'm heaven sent with a lemon scent
Like Eric B. running for president
So a penny for your thoughts
Now, you stepping in my realm
So ask yourself, when your rules
Where your pride and your props and back- up went,