Nonbelievers
Brotha Meech
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If you downloaded this looking for some ignorance go ahead and drag my joints to the recycle bin Ma if you looking to be disrespected, call me mister clean you're about to be disinfected Everybody scared of paranormal activity but when the King comes ya'll will be shook ones Seismic activity, all on the web ill like lupus, always on the lookout for something stupid Come across a cat speaking righteous, ya'll don't wanna hear that ey throw on Lil John he be that hypeness Keep on and like the Romans we'll fall Georgia wont legalize weed but they'll ease the gun laws Just shoot 'em up bang bang, no puff puff pass, make sure when you aim a black mans in your path They got your line of sight misconstrued, I'm trying to unplug you your soul is being subdued If you get stepped on, baby you gotta fight back 'cause you gotta strike back When you get knocked down, you gotta pick it on up and just keep on moving on Ya'll emcees wouldn't know a hot 16 if she was a dime piece teen in a hot wet dream I'm flying over your heads like a 747 jet liner, brotha meech the headliner And I rhyme from the heart you hear it pumping, you ain't Mike in the 80s You don't wanna be starting something, why homie I think not Guzzle a couple rounds at the drink spot, ya'll trying to let this boom bap die All you hear on the radio now is that coon rap why Dumbed down to the point where you mind is numb You in the corner with a dunce hat sucking your thumb You couldn't get on my level if I raised you to it You can't rap about it if you can't blaze or pull it I'm about to be the craze from the A to Europe Flow Universal in every country I'm fluent To the man up above I'm pursuant beware of modern day Pharisees they ruint Come as you are or don't come at all, we keep it 100 over here No stuntin' over here If you get stepped on, baby you gotta fight back 'cause you gotta strike back When you get knocked down, you gotta pick it on up and just keep on moving on For evil to triumph the good must do nothing So I've arrived at the studio dusting off my musket Timbos on khakis in a cuff, the game is so trashy and Meech done had enough Them grammys ya'll getting should be in the form of a butt Ya'll booty rappers I'm bored and sleepy snoozy rapper There's a hurricane going on and I'm at the base Telling rappers they wack to they face, beef is inevitable Cheese is always gettable, when your soul is the price tag your paper chase can be regrettable Rappers they edible so I'm fixing my plate, these battle scars mean nothing I'm stitching my face Etching my fate the map is drawn out, don't care if me and whoever got to fall out Time to repent, not time to ball out, or we all going down, way further than down south If you get stepped on, baby you gotta fight back 'cause you gotta strike back When you get knocked down, you gotta pick it on up and just keep on moving on
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Written by: Cameron Farley, Michael Livingston
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