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First Heat
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Fatlip
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Let the games begin, I came to win, reclaim my name again With a lot of times its been, blame the Hen, for the frame of mind I'm in "WHAT THE f*ck YOU DOING, MAN?" I can't call it I frolic in Hollywood like a alcoholic Fallin' all over, bar brawlin' I used to be ballin' Now it's all cigarette, no filter Livin' at moms still cause I tricked a million Should've been buildin' Instead I spend bread on head from hoes Hundred dollars a pop to shed they clothes Back and forth to the spot to cop the O's Didn't stop 'til I blood clot my nose You know how it goes I'm feeling mighty dozed Think I'm not mistakin This take and Rhyme is in the makin' Now we will see who real and who fakin' Y'all asleep, and I shall awaken Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin' Radio station, heavy rotation Got no time to keep wastin' On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin' Line for line, each rhyme sublime Rep for the west end to test the time In my prime, a legend in my own mind On my grind, in front not behind f*ck a bitch, let me find my niche Then I can have all kind when I get rich But for now my style is just filthy Diggin' ditches underground is the foundation that built me I'm deep rooted Hip hop apostle out to get looted Respect is saluted In time I meant this perfected by students Forget the rhetoric A veteran in the game, remain a step ahead of it Far from irrelevant Hell-a-bent from cocaine, but brain remains intelligent Think I'm not mistakin This take and Rhyme is in the makin' Now we will see who real and who fakin' Y'all asleep, and I shall awaken Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin' Radio station, heavy rotation Got no time to keep wastin' On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin' Intergalactic with my tactic All of a sudden hoes attracted, say "Oww" Ya'll faggots can't f*ck with Fatlip The black thing from my jacket go "Blaow" Flip flow, acrobatic backflip I'm back at this so get to this now Right now is show time, get dough time Hit it one more time, then I'm out Ya'll on the wrong route Tryin' to cross me, say I won't go all out Hit the ball like a bounce on some foul shit Swear to God man, I can't allow this Time to get this bus-i-ness back in order Cash get longer instead of shorter Now it's my turn to eat, release the heat Mission complete, when I burn the street Think I'm not mistakin This take and Rhyme is in the makin' Now we will see who real and who fakin' Y'all asleep, and I shall awaken Ladies shakin', b-boy's breakin' Radio station, heavy rotation Got no time to keep wastin' On drinkin', drugs and ho chasin'
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