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Don't You Know
C'mon Fresh from London, Paris, Germany It's Euro Jay (Haha), International Hov Bon soir, motherfuckers, we back As if we never left this bitch, huh, Ty? It's worldwide, still just blazing this shit up (Woo) Every place I
visit, I
got land there How could niggas stand there and say I
sound like them? Hell no Push wigs back, push Bentley drops that's yellow Started from the
elbow, nigga, from the
get-go No, not the
Geico, ain't nothing accidental Just the
facts that I've been through, perhaps if you was into Half of the
shit I've been through that'd make your pen move Your mind would open, your heart would bleed Instead y'all niggas flow, oh, so retardedly You sound retarded to me, how could you stand there, pants there Down to your ass, you won't spar with me I'll put you down in the
grass, it's the
God MC Young V-I-T-O, youngin, you are my hijo My son dula, I
clean the
cesspool up Rap stinks, haha, you cats are the
Sphinx You cut off your nose to spite your face Bet you like it that way, don't ya? Don't you know when you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw, won't you throw in the
towel, stop running your mouth? Don't you know that we know you just running your mouth? 'Cause when this shit pops off, y'all gonna run in your house Don't you know when you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw, won't you throw in the
towel? I'm better with vowels My vocabulary murders the
dictionary Flow switches every sixteen, the
shit mean, man Shit, I'm heavy in the
game, I
ain't worried 'bout a
thing Last man standing, blam-blamming the
cannon 48 Hours, it's Reggie Hammond, the
Colt be Nick Nolte, my demeanor is Humphrey Bogie, baby I'm comfy-cozy, my spot is solidified Rock-a-bye, baby, I
sing you a
lullaby How ill am I? BK to Philadelphia Niggas feeling how real am I, shit I
carry two Taurus, niggas, they call me Gemini Though my birthday is one day before December five It's S. Carter the
archer, I
throw darts at ya Arrows through your apparel, I
will dearly depart ya It's clearly hard for ya, what God has bestowed on me You're not as raw as me nigga, nigga, I'm poetry In four-part harmony, it's like Jodeci Check out my melody, my flow is a
felony Oh, I'm so seventies, I'm in tune with the
heavenly Governing body, check, check, check out my destiny I
walk leaving four footprints, my hood sense My book smarts, my faith of the
unknown and a
good heart What's seldom shown is the
good part Like I
said, you try to bring 'em life, but they want dead You won't listen, Hov is a
nice guy, but don't diss him That'll piss him off quick, you won't listen Don't you know when you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw, won't you throw in the
towel, stop running your mouth? Don't you know that we know you're just running your mouth? 'Cause when this shit pops off you gon' run in your house Don't you know when you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw, won't you throw in the
towel? I'm better with vowels My vocabulary murders the
dictionary Flow switches every sixteen, the
shit mean, man C'mon, man, c'mon, man C'mon, man Woo, c'mon, man C'mon, man Fat shout the
whole Roc
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