Simply Amazin'

Blu & Exile

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    To all you talkin' all that bullshit
    I'ma put it to you like this

    Ayo, I'm tryna make these niggas go bonkers
    From London to the youngest in Yonkers
    We So-Cal residential lyrical monsters
    Gettin' women's attention like I'm rippin' a concert
    So put your hands high till your arms hurt
    I walk the earth just like God works in mysterious ways
    Your spirits is swayed, every time my lyrics is played
    So please stop givin' these lyricists praise
    Cause they bluffin' while they bustin' with a serious face
    And it's unbearable, these stereo-rap tracks are terrible
    I'm here to take care of you wack cats
    And bury you back at wherever you came from
    I'm carryin' this game on my back till the pain's numb
    And I be bustin' on fucks till I can't cum no longer
    Losses, you gotta take some to grow stronger
    I've conquered all you haters like a strong-armed dominator
    Big dick condom breaker bit a' baby-mama maker
    And ain't no time to take break, you gotta break the mold
    I'm from a place where cats are born to play the gangsta roles
    Like hittin' switches, I was gettin' hit with switches
    Until I switched positions, now I'm playin' when the game is on
    Y'all think y'all bangin' but y'all ain't as strong
    My pop a thug, I'm a son of a blood with blue Gators on
    The record spinnin' his favorite songs
    Now he's bangin' my shit on them same tables that he played 'em on nigga

    "Sing along with it, if you didn't hear it, you gonna hear it right now"

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    Cause yo hip hop, it started out in the heart
    A young nigga from the park sharp-shootin' with darts
    Harpoonin' cartoonists talkin' too much talk
    But walk a whole different stroll homeboy
    You get sparked by the guy right here?
    I make y'all niggas see the light like a bright idea
    Heard you was lookin' for my weapon but my tongue's right here
    So you can act like a fool
    But y'all be done by noon off a' one light beer
    So yeah fuck my crew, but let's get one thing clear
    Y'all can't keep up with us because your lungs ain't clear
    Y'all need a million-dollar budget and some punch lines here
    All your boy need is one right ear
    And I could probably change the world, fuck you sold-soul rappers
    After diamonds and pearls, like you homo-rappers
    Y'all some go-go girls, with your go-go gadgets
    Exposin' what you holdin' like your soul don't matter
    I got a 'go-go get it' mentality, so battle me please
    I just throw out some cheese and y'all'll go-go at it
    Got you reachin' for your 4-4 'matic
    While I stagger motherfuckers with darts, I got my mojo mastered
    The game is full of homos backwards
    Mo' hoes than rappers, no flows but keep shows packing
    And us? Fuck that we goin' platinum plus
    And still ridin' on the back of the bus
    Cause the bucks don't matter

    Turn it up, stop frontin', come on, turn it up

    And from the start of this shit, I took a vow to never part with this shit
    I put my soul and all my heart in this shit
    But in return, I got burned like these rappers had my arteries lit
    So now I'm spittin' fire darts when I'm pissed
    And you don't wanna see me angry cause I can't be calmed
    It's like you tryna get custody of my sound, and I'm the baby's mom
    I been in court for this wack shit before
    And I had to file divorce you biters would start payin' style-support
    A child that don't smile no more
    I found the short cut in life, but I'd rather take my time out the door
    Fuck a knife, I'm pullin' texts out for war
    Cause I ain't good at cutting, fuck y'all, what Exile is for
    See I'm the MC and he's the DJ
    Manipulate the MP to translate what he say
    Catch me on the freeway, 1-10 south till it ends at Bridgetown, USA
    So roll with us where the gorillas hang
    Where the cold killas live, where the gold diggas dig
    Where you know niggas bang, cause the walls show the gangs when you pass 'em
    Where niggas stay blown like tires, and these haters wanna slash 'em
    Platinum chains? Trained'a snatch 'em
    You flashin' in the Range? You waitin' for an accident to happen on purpose
    Cadillac verses
    Sun-roofed diamond-back rap, that's the verdict, nigga

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