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    Uh! Yeah! What Up?
    Verse 1:
    I know y'all wanna take me down
    I know y'all wanna see me get clowned
    I know y'all wanna take my sound
    And put a nigga like me in the lost and found
    But I refuse to fade
    I'll stay this way
    Spreadin venom in the mic till I'm old and gray
    And now niggaz wanna attack me
    Flip-flop and back me
    But fool you's a mackey
    I'll starch your ass like some khakis
    Your shit is tacky and you better play the backwoods
    Me and my crew will use your cd for a hackey sack
    Imagine that
    And it shouldn't be hard
    Cause your style ain't large
    And you wanna make all the profits with crowbars
    Can U Dig It?
    When nothin can save it
    Shock your ass like a phaser
    Burn and cut like a laser
    Amaze you, with this flava
    I run with a pack of tennis shoe playa's

    Can U Dig It? *singing* Can U Dig It?
    Can U Dig It?

    Can U Dig It? *singing* Can U Dig It?
    Can U Dig It?

    Verse 2:
    The first law of age is called survival
    That's why I'm deadly on revival
    And it's vital
    To my basic instinct
    That all wack mc's become extinct
    Because we on the brink
    Or, should I say the edge
    Like a schizsophrenic with seventeen personalities walkin on a ledge
    Then you can't see the black cause it's blocked by the blue and the red
    And scandalous ass hoes
    Waist deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose
    And I suppose
    You want me to play superstar
    And when I see you on the street act like I don't know who you are
    So, you can run back and tell that
    But I wont do that
    So, fool you can chew that
    To all sucka mc's you better beware
    I been conjurin up forces way back in my lair
    And my crew don't scare
    And we don't care
    We act, we wear, I swear


    Verse 3:
    It's the thrilla
    Straight outta Compton, not Manilla
    Got a chokehold on the mic like I was M.C. Gorilla
    Take this to the heart for real a
    Don't you ever try to steal a
    Like AIDS this shit came like gin a
    Might fuck up your liva
    Call me Pharoh cause I'm floatin bustas up the river
    When I deliver
    Make your sister and your grandma shiver
    Top feelin steadily rakin up the scrilla
    Kickin back in my easy chair sippin on some Henna
    ?Exol? cause my whole crew is locin
    And fools always tryin to fix shit that ain't broken
    I'm down with pixies so you don't wanna see me
    So, grab everyone in your crew and disapeer like a genie
    Never said I was the best but I ain't the one to be testin
    Cross the line and in pieces you'll be destined
    Don't stop, get it, get it
    Cause I blow up the spot everytime I grab the mic and hit it, hit it

    Chorus, Repeat 3X

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