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House Of Pain Miscellaneous Fed Up (Remix) I say brothers are amused by other brother's reps But they're all playin' roles just like Omar Epps I see so many players, I wonder where the coach is My name's Everlast I'm hard to kill like roaches The dough that you're makin' has got you frontin' and fakin' Your heart's been shook, your brain's cooked like bacon Can't believe you're not butter, you thought you was on it Out tryin' to flaunt it, but it's just Blue Bonnet And now it's my turn, kid, so watch me churn There's only so many spots, they hard to earn Pack it up, pack it in Let me begin Too many men are judged by the color of their skin The apparatus gets blessed, suckers get put to rest The more the impure, I got the cure for his vest The whackest, is spreadin' like a plague MC's they wanna get paid, but they can hit the f****' grave How many times are wannabe's gonna try Yo, they must wanna die 'Cause they can't touch the knowledge I personify I travel through the darkest, carryin' my torch The illest soldier when I'm holdin' down the fort For some time now, a thousand scrolls and manuscripts When I start to go all out, you be like damn he flipped Now I'm sick and fed up with the bull shit I got that lyrical full clip When you sellout to appeal to the masses You have to go back and enroll in some classes All you earth pieces start shakin' your asses All you blunt holders take two pulls and pass it Back in '89 I dropped too much acid Rock from Lake Habasu, out to Lake Placid While you busy braggin' on the people you've blasted I'm askin' how many days have you fasted CHORUS: Get up, I'll break it down a little somethin' I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin' Dead up, too many crew be frontin' I'm fed up, it's time to go head huntin' I'm sick, demented, smack my manager The professional, addressin' all y'all amateurs And to your back I got the ???tres crown siente??? Tell me why you tryin' to claim you were gangsta baby And let's suppose you really had a burner You still would need some lessons on how to hold it firmer Fuck a murder, I'm a just kill your ego 'Cause we know, that you ain't really got no people Mutterin' about, my man this, my homey that You need to get the f*** out my face 'cause you don't know me jack I say eeny, meney, miny, mo I put seeds in your mental, and I watch them grow Turn on the instrumental and clock my flow Put the dough in my pocket, and I rock the show 'Cause I know, and you know, this is how we do [Salama lakem] to the Muslim [Shalom] to the Hebrew Greed, lust, envy, sloth Gluttony, pride, and wrath, do the math These seven deadly sins represent my jinn You schemin' on testin' me, kid, where you been I've been told all my life I'm a only friend There's a killer on the road, money, it's the end And you might think that I'm a dummy But while you're out at the spot, I'm home chillin' with your honey I kicks flavor Like Steven King a write the horror If you want to see tomorrow, and when I lead, you best to follow Or you'll be left along the road in the dust And me and you won't have too much to discuss I don't know why, MC's will come to test the ???eye and I??? Master of self, my wealth, it's just my state of mind I stack my loot, just for the rainy day And you can pour out your 40, for rappers I slay I'm the quick draw, the outlaw, I doubt your Ready to f*** with me, so boy stop Or I'm a beat that ass like your pops [Get the real estate, money, and then the props] CHORUS VERSE: Cockni O'Dire |
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