Jackson over here with my homeboy You know what I'm saying I'm just helpin 'em out on this microphone It goes hippa to the hoppa and it just don't stoppa I'm dressed in all black with my man K. Roper Home of the (NEW) generation, we got the torch Let me call into U-D Dustin to bust 'em off Blown Celeb and resurrecting the dead with three day block Posse cut resurrection instead, so pass the ROCK! I'm about to pop the clip in as I stop the opposition You gotta cop a listen when I'm knockin like a piston I spit arsenic so I'm hard to miss You're in a DAZE cause I BLAZE like an arsonist I come up in the house like a thief in the night And electrify a crowd like keys on a kite (STAY CALM!) Before I drop the napalm Find yourself caught in a dangerous liaison Lay it on thick, brick by brick, lickety split Rhymes are fat like Jiminy Glick You want beef, here's a hickory stick, I shoot the gift You won't know it till it's over like a mystery flick To put it blunt, I pack a punch like a school lunch Got no time for punks, they take lumps So PLEASE stop bugging for my honeycombs Or I'll hit you in the funny bone (OWW!) Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! Come on, you gotta SHOOT YOUR SHOT! (Yeah, yeah) We wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! (Yeah, yeah) Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! (Yeah, yeah) Grab your mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! Andy's the name, takin aim like Calamity Jane In a rap's last stand I'm the man who remains When I claim to pack heat (uh-huh), know my ammunition Is my flow and rhythm SO I'm armed to the teeth My lungs are gun powder, throat cold and narrow So when I open my mouth you're looking down the barrel Of an emcee sniper, eye in the scope Reigning down rounds of rhyme, fire, and smoke (BOOM!) Lighting strikes twice from my mic device Cause when I write it's like guns in knife fights There's no competition so I don't listen You think you're dope here's a penny, go wishin I shoot to kill, better know the odds Or wind up on boot hill, man get out of dodge (U-D!) plus Thes One and Double K We all just laugh when your record is played Ain't nothing funny, what y'all laughin at? Yeah, it's K. Jax, he rolls up the weed like haystacks To bath tub down on you scrubs like Ajax You're too fruity to rip the rooty tooty with your loofah New booty ladies too lazy to raise the roof up The plug desenchufa, could the crew get any doper Man, we own this, live under the stairs like Mr. Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! Hey yo, P-U-T-S and U-D, you be truly blessed Rap panelist, Thes handle this like an analyst (YES!) yes y'all the Einstein rhythm and rhyme Combines like red wine and Tylenol (OOOOH!) Shit, the grown relaxing in the field But don't sleep, P count green, not sheep With K.
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