Stay Lo

Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't meant to grab the mic

And kick a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time

If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the dotted line

Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never mind

I'ma tag you with this loaded {nine}

Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since you spit I had to abort you

Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop your raps from being spoken

Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand broken

I'm out to damage you like a shiesty manager (buahahaha)

Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the banister

Cornered, it can be, you can't flee

Can't stand to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee

The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like chubby checker

Being lynched off the golden gate bridge over troubled water

The colonel giving orders smash the juke up for its quarters

Go unpause ya tape recorders

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Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe

Toy mic you play flow

Start a rap career, that shit is way no

Start a rap career, that shit is way no

Toy mic you play flow

Don't ask 'em to say hoe, stay low

Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe

Toy mic you play flow

Start a rap career, that shit is way no

Stay low, don't ask 'em to say HOE

Thought to start a rap career, that shit is way no

I pound the final round

Bring on the trouble clown, how you sound?

You think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down

For whatever the case is, whatever the place is

We sever the stages, you could never come face this

Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that want chicks

But make sure they the bomb tricks

That don't complain, about any position

Heads or tails I'ma win in any decision

The mission is impossible for you to get it

Complete, so dead it, delete it or I'ma set it, I'm heated

I'm must proven guilty for murder 'cause rhymes I be killin' it

If tracks I ain't feeling it than I don't want to deal with it

Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe

Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a steel toe show

Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize size

Most cats fall off the face then come back to be surprised (why?)

Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you small fries

Most egos that grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?)

There two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and rhymes

You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I define the true times, why?)

The records B.I. grime shit don't get the air

You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not aware (why?)

Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe

A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros

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