Do I have to sweat you to get you my ? Cos I'm not into sweatin so I guess that I'm gone If you knew what you were missing you would beg to be on Cos
maintain, if you know what I mean Understand I'm not conceeded, Father's just mellow I'm a smooth, dark Romeo, freak kinda fellow [Chorus] [Father MC
another MC lose his life tonight, ohh I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord, Father don't let him bury me, aiy You can try but you can't
you more ready and switch bigger Than more berry, I'm a cherry, you a strawberry If you lost that mean, I'm on top of the whip You plottin' to flip,
Forced by others to listen to their sound 'Til the time has come as I proclaim to you All you sucka duck rappers, your era is through You call yourselves kings, that is only a dream You
take a nigga way from him like Jared from Subway You, could, never ever be on my level You don't know what you're in But you're in/urine guns like I took
skin sister can't you tell You're just the surface of a dark deep well And how can you prefer to be wit those That sprayed you wit gun and hoses And never
want Yea, I'm doing what you can't, hoe Everything I am is everything you ain't, doe When I'm witcha girl, I'ma tell you everything you ain't know She
(C?mon) See I'm like a symbol to MC's, I'm a father No wait, I'm a lyricist, better yet a saga Enough about the King 'cause you know I get far I played
tradition My mission is to take you, lyrically break you Lyrically assassinate you Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you To destroy the power that mentally incarcerates you
you different When doors close another door will open Many have called but my people are chosen You can make it if I made it Don't let anyone tell you different When doors close
to hide you Many times, I invite you while standing here right besides you But you walk right past, you ignore my hands here given to guide you I gave you gifts, I gave you
My truth is the soil, help you grow like trees May the children come in all colors, change like leaves But hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC
The only way your rhymes would be the shit You need to read a script on playin' gay 'cause you cats could eat a dick Servin' sucka MC's a fifth of the
my records and shine my shoes, treat a nigga like Elvis Ancient, melodic, mystic messiah Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease Flows you
Funkin' wuith you, funkin' with you, I'm funking tune in close because I wanna tell ya something Ice MC can keep a riddim steady pumin' I'm no MC who
there You are, ne-ver, there [Background] Heh-heh S.P.I., and Kurupt [Chorus 2X] I ain't mad at 'cha (I ain't mad at 'cha) You ain't mad at me (you ain
