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Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you for coming out to Basement Beats tonight
I'd like to introduce to you the number one jewel dropper
..Big Lee
Yo I'ma bring it straight to niggaz this time
Derty, fo'sho (uh-huh)
How we was doing it (uh-huh)
Now they doing it (uh-huh)
Like a wise man once said (wise man)
Like the Jackson 5 (St. Lunatics though)
But rap-wise (rap-wise)
Check
I'm out here on these streets
Trying to survive through the cocked heat
The block deep, pop you once watch the spot leak
But right now, I'm trying to restrain from that

But if you trip, I'll grab that thang and let him spray from that
I'm just a God of the universe, nothing more, nothing less
Don't believe in spooks, I missed three places after death
My mind is clear, while yours is full of distortions
From all that flesh you eat, and scrambled abortion
My portion is one, yours is three
3D, you claim to God Lee, not hardly
You looking for Leezuz partner? Well her I am
Walking on water with 3 dumples in 2 hands
Whoa damn! Let me slow it down one time
Resurrect the mind and give sight to the blind
How many eyes you got? You say 2, I say 3
You see what I'm saying, and you still seeing me?
You add it up
[Hook] - x2
Check, check
Just do what's right y'all (tell 'em) and that's the bomb
You know I where we from, read the Bible and Quaron
We roll real drinks, shots of City in the clinc
I said shrink, last night hurling in the sink
Boy think, know your type, don't gun snipe or gripe
But couldn't get doper than this unless it came through a pipe
I'm trying to tell y'all, 'Tics drop shit, we here to sell y'all
The truth, real always, tight like hallways
Brawl like ball face, squint the God pay
Hit, bumping and flick, collecting green print then
Heavy cent, we roll the third behind the tent
Tires spent, and then we float like lint
Me and the man child, since a youth we ran wild
Gats busting at everybody, "Hands down!"
Big house, mouse zip blouse for the spouse
Crazy bucks, tv's and rims on crazy trucks
It's the Ghostrider, a new science to God a-
Blunt provider, the kit made the 6 wider
I serve, touch nerves that swerve in a Suburb'
Out of life I deserve, define wisdom define herb
It's the verbal abuse, what's the use of calling truce?
Let's ooze loose out tools, Lee without the Bruce
And while you cats go popping bop, me I'm out tops
break it down like shop chops and come off like flip flops
That's hip hop
[Hook] - x2
Feeling good right now derty, feeling good about our self
Pass that sub-conscience, pass that conscience
Pass that super conscience, I'm into that magnetic
I'm towards infinite (*echos*)
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written by EPPERSON, JASON / JONES, ALI K.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group