Acknowledge

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One, two

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Uh

I don't know what you cats was thinking

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Must've been crazy

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To step up on stage at CMJ

Mention my name

I hear these cats, but I ain't listening

A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missing

But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of piss and

I'm about to have your whole team wishing

That you never got this shit started

You about to be dearly departed

You gotta be nearly retarded

To let me hear my name mentioned, tryna gain attention

Now I'm running through this game lynching

And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low

These XFL rappers tryna fuck with a real pro

One thing, who named y'all the High and the Mighty?

To me, y'all just sound like a couple of high whities

You had to be on mad coke and ecstasy

To think for a second, you can stand next to me

Look, don't ever again mention my name in your freestyles

Or I'll cut off your transmission faster than Lee Myles

And I heard your album, this must be something you're new at

'Cause I'd rather hear a Lil-Wayne-Lil'-Zane duet

My cellphone stay ringing like a slap in the ear

So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career

'Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon, I been burnin'

Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus interning

And I should've let it known what your government names are

To make sure you Take It Personal like Gang Starr, motherfuckers

I got one lyric pointed at your head for start

Another one is pointed at your weak-ass heart

And that go for any of you other so-called rap cats in the game

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Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display

And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw

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Nope, just you wait, yo

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Yeah, I heard of the Boogieman when I was a youth, scary

And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy

Since my last mission, this **** been ass-kissing

I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen

Tell me this, with no pot to piss in, how you dissing?

Your group homes about to be reporting you missing

And I don't know what was worse, the track or the verse

I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first

See, I couldn't even find one **** that heard of you

I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you

But I told 'em chill, I let 'em know you was my son

And I promise I can pay support till you're twenty-one

Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal

Who knows, this might just get you a deal

And the day your album go on sale for the first hour

Just remember like Nas, ****, I Gave You Power

I figured I give you some help, 'cause you need lots

I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz

Tell him I say fuck him for doing the tracks

Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats for doing the wax

I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax

I'ma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax

I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track

If your shit wasn't so whack, I'd diss you to your track

You that little fish that I catch and I throw back

And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back

You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle

Fuckin' with me? You're better off tryin' to hit lotto

And don't answer back, this is hard shit to follow

And you can't spit ****, so you obviously must swallow

Motherfucker

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I got one lyric pointed at your head for start

Another one is pointed at your weak-ass heart

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