Hityawitdat

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Chorus: Busta Rhymes *sampled*




Yo I'm gonna hit real hard with that



shit that's gonna make your dome crack back back



Yo I'm gonna hit real hard with that



shit that's gonna make your dome crack back back



Yo I'm gonna hit real hard with that



shit that's gonna make your dome crack back back



Yo I'm gonna hit real hard with that



shit that's gonna make your dome crack watch me...




[Madlib]



Yo it's the slang buster, Madlib the beat conductor



I hit you off with that ill structure, cuts ya



Never on the bandwagon at any time



Every day, every place, got my pants saggin'



For y'all niggas that be strictly braggin'



Up at the spot so eager to grab the mic with the breath of dragon



Niggas be walkin around waggin' there tail taggin'



Along trying to get their mail laggin'



Make me wanna disrespect and check



Grab that nigga's neck and start gaggin'



I drop a pound of discussion and drop a rhyme to leave you with a concusion



And have your whole crew commence to hushin'



Down with the Master race of emcees



Who terrorize, whoever flies up in the face talkin' lies



I give a shout to the unseen at the lost gates



While you're makin' mistakes, we make them hot plates




(Chorus)




[Madlib]



Soundin' like, we got the rawest shit ever known to man



Expand my lung with the chronic smoke then proceed with the plan



My anecdote rain movin' on ya



I got your brain locked down like some jail terrain



You out for fame talkin' about my name, I aim atcha like a gat ya



Thought you were my rapture, watch your mental fracture



You're just an actor, playin' the rap game, total shame



Nothing really