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Verse 1
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[Kardinal Offishall]
Alright
Yo, I'm bust
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I'mma kill it, I'mma kill it
Here we go here we go
My flow is like a cock block for
your whole label street team
Cm
C
My verse is like a hearse for
Dm
your marketing scheme
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My whole steez nigga please,
put the mic down
Dm
Talking 'bout you represent,
Cm
when you embarrassing your town
Dm
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Walking around with the Gay
Pride parade crown
Cm
C
Silicone raps under
Dm
neath that pink gown
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Posing as a killer when you living
Dm
as a clown
Entertaining A&R's too deaf
Cm
to hear the sound
C
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You a has- been rapper,
talking 'bout your style's nice
Cm
Saying I'm independent now,
Dm
looking for a new life
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A weak DJ, living off of 80's fame
Dm
Guess starring in the Basement,
Cm
living off of Tigga's name
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My name's Kardinal, the pearl
mic dark figure
Cm
Diploma type thoughts mixed
Dm
up with street niggas
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Living underground trying
Dm
to earn the pop loot
'Cause I won't sell crack and got
no aim to shoot
C
Dm
No patience for the weed,
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not quick enough to tief
C
Can't pimp,
Dm
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don't like fur coats or gold teeth
Cm
C
But I can rock the hell out of
Dm
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a fat ass beat
C
I might smile,
Fm
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up in your face and then jack your S- P
Verse 2
Dm
CHORUS 1 [Kardinal Offishall] {CMD}
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Yo, I'm ill to the 7th degree
Cm
T- dot represent, ya hearing me
Dm
{Go ahead den}
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Yo, I'm the nicest rapper dapper
With flows you don't know,
Dm
how a firestarter go
Cm
{Go ahead den}
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Yo, lick two, chart off in the sky
Cm
A make way when I'm stepping
in the room
Dm
{Go ahead den}
Yo eff rappers,
I'm the hardest thing on two feet
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Yo, listen to me, ya not zeen
Dm
{Well go ahead den}
Verse 3
Dm
[Kardinal Offishall] Yo,
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my rhymes are
FedEx covered in latex
Cm
Delivered to your Jubby, my charms
Dm
tribes quest for hot sex
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No bust for the next can protect
Dm
It's when the I drop,
the niggas saying 'what?'
C
And the skins are saying wet
wet wet wet wet
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I'm dripping in 'nuff girls,
and missing what we trying to say
Cm
But talking about a revolution,
Dm
end up talking about the day
C
Dm
When they can feel a rapper's privates,
I'm looking for your mind
C
But I'm seeing all your titties
Dm
and a big round behind
C
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Oh damn girl,
you make think 'bout selling out
Cm
C
Dm
But oops, your weave just fell out
Ha ha
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I'm straight from the place that first
brought you Vince Carter
Dm
The story of Hurricane,
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Cm
and imported sugar cane
C
And snappy pop coming
Dm
out three for a dollar
C
What, Peter loves who? Yo
Dm
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don't bother to hail it up
Cm
C
In the streets where we meet
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'cause you might get beat
C
And find your head caught between
F
timbos and concrete
And that's real,
a lot of ignorant peeps around the way
Cm
Ain't trying to bend over to
Dm
the madness of the day
F
But do what to do and yo who am I to say
C
Dm
I just want your records sales anyway
Cm
You see me
Verse 4
CHORUS 2 [Kardinal Offishall] {CMD}
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Someone kill to try and come
up with the things that I say
Cm
I'm a bad mother- yo
Dm
{Go ahead den}
F
I'm too fresh like Guess- V,
in a special way (special way)
Dm
But everyday
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{Go ahead den}
"It's no way we can rock after them"
Cm
<- - Black Thought
Dm
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** scratched by DJ Tracks
Cm
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Dm
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[Kardinal Offishall] Yo yo
Verse 5
I'm kick another one, another one for the mic,
C
Dm
know what I'm saying
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Yo, I'm rolling through my hood
system waking up the neighbours
Cm
Hell yeah, I know it's wrong but
Dm
I gotta pump my song
F
Heavier rotation than Sisqo
Dm
and Thong Song
I'm the perfect combination of
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Cm
Einstein and Long Dong Silver
C
Dm
Up in one, kick real raps for fun
C
I'm the black anti- Babylon,
Dm
Bb
rapping shogun
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Dm
I try not bus' until I'm sure she cum
If I get a little hit,
C
check I out the whole long
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My tongue is like an instant
check for 7- 0's
Write about this,
Dm
rhyme something about the hoes
F
Anyways I try to uplift,
Dm
but not too serious yet
Because too much to say makes
Cm
a negro's a threat
C
So we talk about sex and pro
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mote the drug game
Cm
Even though we know it's wrong,
C
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we just trying to make a name
Cm
C
Cha, I'm trying to get my
Dm
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Mom's out the ghetto
Dm
An d you would too if you could flow,
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stupid!
Verse 6
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CHORUS 1 "It's no way we
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Dm
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can rock after them" <- - Black
Dm
Cm
Dm
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Thought
Dm
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Dm
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Dm
Cm
Dm
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** scratched by DJ
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Cm
Dm
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Cm
Tracks
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Cm
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Dm
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Outro 1
[KO] DJ Tracks
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