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Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk
That talks more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate, that complicate their mental state
As I invade their masquerade, they couldn't fade with a clipper blade
Ten years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing and you bunted for an easy out
I leave emcees with doubt of exceeding
My name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading
They try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle of O.E
They have no key or no clue
To the game at all, now they washed up
Hung out to dry
Stand there looking stupid, wondering why
(Why, man?)
It was the fame (fame), that they tried to get
Now they walking around talkin' about represent
And keep it real, but I got to appeal
'Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel
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Rock-a-bye baby (baby)
Listen to your heartbeat pumping to a fine (fine)
Ravine of all things, it's the vain of a shrine (shrine)
All missions impossible are possible, 'cause I'm
Headed for a new sector 365
Days from now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye
And each and every true will stick or fall from the skies (skies)
Of my cloud nine (nine)
From homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine (fine)
Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind (mind)
You hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after tear in the puppet man's hands (uh)
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
And the world's at a standstill (still), deep in broken-man's-ville
Trapped in the moat with an anvil, still (shit is ill, shit is ill, still)
Killing yourself (uh-huh, shit) and dogging ya health