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Sha Stimuli
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Sound Off
[Verse 1:] You better than who? Rhyming and rapping 'bout doe that you stacking like that shit is new Talking 'bout how you go in You the truth, so the fuck what stupid? I do it too, Fuck it I'm gassed you smelling the fumes Horror flick music that tells you you doomed, Play my CD for a bunch of emcees they start sucking they teeth and then exit the room, Inside your system it's better than food, Pardon me I don't make regular moves Passive demeanor like Abner Louima, but I will Katrina you rapping ass fools, Ask about me Cats say I'm cool Yet I'm still hot When attacking the booth Women will tell you I'm shallow and rude Yet they still pick me if they have to choose, What does that say? Yea they complain but they holla my name when they get in that mood Look in my eyes I'm a passionate dude, serious song but I'm laughing at you, What do I do? Take your spouse to Satan's house, easy as hell Devilish grin, deep in my spell See what I'm saying, you feel it like Braille, Damn I got chicks jumping for joy Happy meal don't come with a toy Why would you think you could fuck with the boy I come to destroy, you uttering noise Slick with my diction, I'm painting these pictures I'm sick of u sleeping it gets me annoyed Yea I admit it, I'm losing my poise, You stealing my joy I need to turn your [Chorus:] Sound off 1, 2 Sound off 3, 4 Sound off 1, 2, 3, 4 five hundred thousand rappers rapping and sometimes I wanna drown y'all Pound y'all Praying for my downfall [Verse 2:] I could run for 8 miles spitting like rabbit Biting my shit, I hope y'all ain't rabid Wile E Coyote I'm trying to rope me some dinner my mission done made me an addict, Crazy please don't straighten my jacket Sorry I keep on making a racket Now I'm like Federer, I just get better with Time and no editor, coach or no practice damn Sometimes I look into my past lives, I see royalty, enlightenment and bad wives, I see violent streaks and hide and seek with mad knives Ready to ride, act like you live, get stuck in your side, flash drive Anti-backpack, this ain't no lyrical, typical flow It's intricate syllables spiritual though, This is that shit when you hear it you know, Fear it get scared and then look in the mirror like 'why am I here Jesus where should I go? ' I would say jump, God would say no, I would say punk, thought you was bold, I should go slow But when I do y'all fuckers still complain My Soul To Keep was not the same Bragging and boasting and tossing out flames, Maybe I'm wack, could I be lame, or am I simply defining my lane? Fuck it I'm fuckin up duke that you loving, I act like I'm humble don't mumble my name Scream that shit, S-T-I Scream that shit S-T-I Crawling, walking, let me fly Talking often, M-C-I Balling, flossing, envy I MaCauley Calkin, they left me to die But I live, concrete rose, I stomp these foes bitch still I rise Copping checks Getting new deals Stop for rest Fix me a meal Not the best but I give what I feel Das Efx riggedy real Shigedy Sha stigedy Stim Only your God is bigger than him Holy water mix it with gin This isn't the end you cannot turn my [Chorus]
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