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Intro:

Y`all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?

Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight

You don`t wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let`s do it

You want me to do the hook part too?

Check it out uhh, check it out uhh

Yeah it`s that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up

Ain`t no doubt about this, I`m settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here

Yeah yeah yeah, I`m gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here

Check it out



Verse 1:



I`m beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots

Flame throwin their troops, they can`t recoup from drinkin acid soup

Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS]

Scooped off the concrete to make a hit

Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes

in the trenches, killin for mere inches

Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha

Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama

I get more ass than a toilet seat

So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]

Your mother[BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist

R-double O-K-I-E you ain`t stylish

It`s mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons

You`re [BACKWARDS] dawson, it`s murder, when I step in the door run

for your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost

or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost

Startin at`cha neck to check ya for respect

Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet

Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide

I`m up thru [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside



Hook:



And don`t be gettin no airplay

A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love

It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay

A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love



Verse 2:



Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess

They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess

[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn

You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned

I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags

hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags

Huh, I`m on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat

I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat

All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can`t save ya

when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya

Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed

[BACKWARDS] is critical, we`re fightin at the pinnacle

I`m burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross

Ain`t no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss

Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language

then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage



Interlude:



To whom it may concern, youknowhutI`msayin?

We`re gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh

Cos it`s a jam that you love that don`t be gettin no airplay

(A jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay)

I wanna do that one right yo



Verse 3:



To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test

I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest

Little shortys with big 40`s talkin loud, actin proud

BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud

Rollin El`s til your brain swells

Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells

You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks

You [BACKWARDS] don`t want it, I`m burnin up the wax

I`m a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade

black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade

Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins

Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain`t no slam again

Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it

What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut



Outro:



Ha ha, word is bond yo

It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay

Yeah, ha ha, word is bond

Y`knowhutI`msayin? I`m catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,

knowI`msayin?

[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha

Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI`msayin?

And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at

mother[BACKWARDS]

Ha ha, yeah uhh

A jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay

A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love

Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around

Farmers

My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI`msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right

diddere

Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,

youknowI`msayin?

Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y`knowI`msayin?

My [BACKWARDS] don`t give a [BACKWARDS], word up

Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh

Intro:

Y`all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?

Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight

You don`t wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let`s do it

You want me to do the hook part too?

Check it out uhh, check it out uhh

Yeah it`s that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up

Ain`t no doubt about this, I`m settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here

Yeah yeah yeah, I`m gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here

Check it out



Verse 1:



I`m beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots

Flame throwin their troops, they can`t recoup from drinkin acid soup

Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS]

Scooped off the concrete to make a hit

Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes

in the trenches, killin for mere inches

Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha

Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama

I get more ass than a toilet seat

So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]

Your mother[BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist

R-double O-K-I-E you ain`t stylish

It`s mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons

You`re [BACKWARDS] dawson, it`s murder, when I step in the door run

for your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost

or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost

Startin at`cha neck to check ya for respect

Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet

Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide

I`m up thru [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside



Hook:



And don`t be gettin no airplay

A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love

It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay

A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love



Verse 2:



Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess

They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess

[BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn

You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned

I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags

hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags

Huh, I`m on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat

I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat

All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can`t save ya

when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya

Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed

[BACKWARDS] is critical, we`re fightin at the pinnacle

I`m burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross

Ain`t no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss

Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language

then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage



Interlude:



To whom it may concern, youknowhutI`msayin?

We`re gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh

Cos it`s a jam that you love that don`t be gettin no airplay

(A jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay)

I wanna do that one right yo



Verse 3:



To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test

I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest

Little shortys with big 40`s talkin loud, actin proud

BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud

Rollin El`s til your brain swells

Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells

You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks

You [BACKWARDS] don`t want it, I`m burnin up the wax

I`m a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade

black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade

Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins

Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain`t no slam again

Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it

What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut



Outro:



Ha ha, word is bond yo

It`s a jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay

Yeah, ha ha, word is bond

Y`knowhutI`msayin? I`m catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,

knowI`msayin?

[BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha

Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI`msayin?

And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at

mother[BACKWARDS]

Ha ha, yeah uhh

A jam that`cha love that don`t be gettin no airplay

A jam that`cha love, a jam that`cha love

Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around

Farmers

My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI`msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right

diddere

Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,

youknowI`msayin?

Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y`knowI`msayin?

My [BACKWARDS] don`t give a [BACKWARDS], word up

Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh

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