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[Verse One: Q-Unique]
Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't meant
to grab the mic
and kick a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time
If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to
sign the dotted line
Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never mind
I'ma tag you with this loaded {nine}
Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since
you spit I had to abort you
Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop
your raps from being spoken
Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand
broken
I'm out to damage you like a shiesty manager
(buahahaha)
Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I
leaped over the banister
Cornered, it can be, you can't flee
Can't stand to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted
fate like chubby checker
being lynched off the goldengate bridge over
troubled water
The colonel giving orders smash the juke up for
its quarters
Go unpause ya tape recorders
[Chorus: Q-Unique]
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you play flow
Start a rap career, that shit is way no
Start a rap career, that shit is way no
Toy mic you play flow
Don't ask 'em to say hoe, stay low
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Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you play flow
Start a rap career, that shit is way no
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say HOE
Thought to start a rap career, that shit is way
no
[Verse Two: Swel Boogie]
I pound the final round *ding*
Bring on the trouble clown, how you sound?
You think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down
for whatever the case is, whatever the place is
We sever the stages, you could never come face
this
Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that
want chicks
but make sure they the bomb tricks
that don't complain, about any position
Heads or tails I'ma win in any decision
The mission is impossible for you to get it
Complete, so dead it, delete it or I'ma.. set it,
I'm heated
I'm must proven guilty for murder 'cause rhymes I
be killin' it
If tracks I ain't feeling it than I don't wanna
deal with it
[Q-Unique]
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
[Verse Three: Jise One]
Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a
steel toe show
Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize size
Most cats fall off the face then come back to be
surprised (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within
you small fries
Most egos that grow to be loose change, I despise
that (why?)
There two kinds that draw the fine lines between
the biz and rhymes
You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I define
the true times, why?)
The records B.I. grime shit don't get the air
You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs
you're not aware (why?)
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we
hold it for our pyros
(Chorus)
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