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Mickey Knox
Stupid Doctor
Termanology
Ayo it's Term, nuff props to Buckshot
Everything we spit is hot, what the bloodclot?
I know girls that love B.I.G. and love Pac
So maybe if my songs drop, I'll be on top
Shorties'll want me, 'cause I'm fly, and they smellin' right
And lookin' hot, shit, shit is non-stop
Now they on the cock, she like rap but she love rock
A shot at love is a tough shot
And it's hard work, a crazy job where the broads lurk
I'm gon' mingle with the stars first
So come and see me in a concert
Crowd jumpin', goin' bonkers, stealin' from they mom's purse
It's forty dollars for the blonde nurse
In Amsterdam where the chrome murks leave your lungs fireworks
Space cake get baked straight to Mars, Earth
Mercury, Pluto, another universe, hip hop
"And I shine for the hood, bring it back for my peeps"
"Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, God"
"Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live"
"We breathe hip hop, I'm just speakin' the facts"
"And I shine for the hood, bring it back for my peeps"
"Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, God"
"Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live"
"We breathe hip hop, I'm just speakin' the facts"
Blazin' an L, see what I'm breathin' in
Raisin' hell like Run-D and them
See, there's no way that I'm stoppin'
'Til I'm paid in full, Eric B. and Rakim
I ain't no joke, let me remind you
My cologne kinda smells like vinyl
Music of the people, felt blessed by the songs
Put the DJ's needle directly in my arm
Clutchin' all the memories, look up at the sun
I'm that Public Enemy, number one
Radio by LL playin' in the Walkman
If I exhale, looks like a spray paint can
Influenced by the West, started wearin' Dickey suits
Out in the East, started wearin' Timmy boots
What's fuckin' with us? That one two and don't stop
Sucker for love, 'cause I still love hip hop
"And I shine for the hood, bring it back for my peeps"
"Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, God"
"Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live"
"We breathe hip hop, I'm just speakin' the facts"
"And I shine for the hood, bring it back for my peeps"
"Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, God"
"Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live"
"We breathe hip hop, I'm just speakin' the facts"
Yeah, Mensa, yo
PlayStation 3 flow, your vision as vivid as Coleco
The kid is prohibition, no slippin' into the RICO
They call him Swave, the God say a leader came
Lord says it's only nice things when you repeat his name
So most of you are law-abidin' citizens
Who doubt through a mouth full of cinnamon
But it isn't envy, see, all the atheists hate me not
They just wish they had a fraction of the faith he got
Foundation can't make up for a shaky top
Foundation just make up for the face she got
Dalmatian still runnin' from Cruella
But when times tough, they found a fur they could sell her
How can I stop 'til they makin' Vic famous?
They watch my every move, nothin' to prove to Skip Bayless
I squeeze hard, attack with a big lasso
So in the Big Apple they turn you to Steve Jobs
"And I shine for the hood, bring it back for my peeps"
"Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, God"
"Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live"
"We breathe hip hop, I'm just speakin' the facts"
"And I shine for the hood, bring it back for my peeps"
"Brought turntables out and hooked mics up, God"
"Rap is something you do, hip hop is something you live"
"We breathe hip hop, I'm just speakin' the facts"