Fresh from London... Paris, Germany... It's Euro-Jay... International Hov... Bon Shoir, muhfuckas!... We back... as if we never left this bitch... on top... it's worldwide... Still Just Blaze'in this shit up... [VERSE 1] Every place I visit, I got land there How could niggas stand there Say I sound like them? Hell no Push wigs back, push Bentley drops that's yellow Started from the elbow, nigga, from the get-go No, not the Geico, ain't nothin accidental Just the facts that I've been through Perhaps if you was into Half of the shit I've been through That'd make your pen move Your mind would open, your heart would bleed Instead y'all niggas flow oh so retardedly You sound retarded to me! How could you stand there, pants near down to your ass, you wanna spar with me I'll put you down in the grass, it's the God MC, Young V-I-T-O Young'n, you are my hijo My son dula I clean the cess pool up Rap stinks You cats are the sphinx You cut off your nose to spite your face Bet you like it that way don'tchya? [CHORUS] Don't you know? When you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw Won't you throw in the towel, stop running your mouth Don't you know that we know you're just running your mouth Cause when this shit pops off, we gonna run in your house Don't you know When you're defeated, young punk? Won't you throw? Won't you throw in the towel? I'm better with vowels My vocabulary murders the dictionary Flow switches every 16, shits mean, man [VERSE 2] Shit, I'm heavy in the game I ain't worried bout a thing Last man standing Blam-blammin the cannon 48 Hours, it's Reggie Hammond The colte, Nick Nolte My demeanor is Humphrey Bogey Baby, I'm comfy, cozy, my spot is solidified Roc-a-bye baby, I sing you a lillabye How ill am I? BK to Philladi- Delphia! Niggas feelin how real am I Shit, I carry two taurus, niggas they call me gemini Though my birthday is one day before December 5 It's S Carter, the archer, I throw darts at ya Arrows through your apparel, I will dearly depart ya It's clearly hard for ya, what God has bestowed on me You nah destroys me nigga; nigga I'm poetry In four part harmony, it's like Jodeci Check out my melody, my flow is a felony Oh, I'm so seventies, I'm in tune with the heavenly Governing body - Check, check, check out my destiny I walk leaving four footprints My hood sense My book smarts My faith of the unknown And a good heart What's seldom shown is the good part Like I said Try to bring em life, but they want dead You won't listen Hov is a nice guy, but you don't miss him That'll piss him off quick, you won't listen [CHORUS]
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