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Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
 Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge
 Until your body sound clash
 Head of the Class, Magna [bad word] Laude
 Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant - foul rowdy
 Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping
 Keep em playing they position
 Keep making the people listen what I spin
 Put em out on a limb
 Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen
 Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend
 We never listen to them
 It's like trying to take a [bad word] in the wind
 My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test em
 They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress em
 Now who the type built to last?
 It's no question, the Master!
 Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound
 Hitting you hard from - every direction
 Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!

[Chorus]
 Yeah.....
 Give it here, and don't say nuthin
 Just give it here, and don't say nuthin
 .....Cut the check
 Give it here, and don't say nuthin
 [bad word]  give it here, and don't say nuthin

[Verse 2 - Black Thought]
 Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers
 Out on the wrong corner your [bad word] ll get spun backwards
 You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
 Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress
 Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas
 Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless
 Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
 Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list
 Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
 Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
 Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to  Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe
 C'mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax
 Most times they be sticking you without the gats
 I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
 And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back [bad word] 
[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Black Thought]
 Yeah, it ain't nothin like I rush I get, in front of the band
 On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
 When a brother transform, from aynonomous man
 To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin
 I'ma flame some, sentence the [bad word]  the cold twist to slang
 Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain
 Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
 You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected
 Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
 Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
 Next joint comin, all bets is cancelled
 [bad word] black ink, red was a finacial
 We finna have the whole industry at a stand still
 See me put the system on lock like can pill
 So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements
 Cause my click come a full sizeable portions