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clay north - where my dogs at (freestyle) lyrics

[dmx intro]

[verse 1: clay north]
hate keeps me motivated, still debated as over rated
and some have stated that i shouldn’t have made it
but i’m like ‘f-ck what they’re saying
they’re just broken records playing in the background’
as i sat down, put this rap down on paper
feelin’ my strength, gettin’ greater
did this sh-t, sooner than later
blind eye to the haters
them f-ckin’ traitors, they just smile in your face
but when you turn your back
there’s always something that they’re dying to say
so clay, will stay strong, remain calm
untold damage can be done in a song
i’m like jekyll and hyde, don’t wanna see the wrong side of this animal
eat you like a cannibal and still remain admiral
loyal and humble, still ready to cause trouble
get ’em all in a huddle to make ’em fold and crumble
the demise of a couple of guys who lie in like what?
85% percent of their rhymes?
what can i do, nothin’ else but stay true
we’re surrounded by fools but i’ve acquired the tools
and the power to devour any coward that be tryna take ours
this is my hour, so i will not waste it
pace it, yo success is so sweet i can almost taste it
that’s why i chase it, with so much p-ssion
trappin’ the opposition before i lay ’em on their back while they’re screamin’

[hook: dmx]
where my dogs at?
wh-wh where my dogs at?
where my dogs at?
wh-wh where my dogs at?
where my dogs at?
wh-wh where my dogs at?

[verse 2: clay north]
i’m a fresh and original, lyrical individual
with more charm than the cereal, finesse and imperial
you act like i’m invisible, it’s gettin’ me p-ssed
but you can’t say sh-t if you no longer exist
so consider this your wake and
think about the mistakes that you made
and worst of all steppin to clay
now wait, chill as i pop another ill pill
‘cos i’m not sick enough, i need to pick it up
microphone check, and all that good sh-t
clay north is so sick, so explosive
this homie’s no diss, and here’s another lesson
i don’t need a f-ckin’ weapon ‘cos my mind is a smif n wessun
c-ck back, spit it out, eat, drink, sh-t it out
this rap game’s a challenge but i still manage to stick it out
these phonies don’t know me, so ‘f-ck you, blow me’
y’all mics are blind, ain’t nothin you can show me
eyes on the prize, yeah i need a goal to fixate
you’re livin’ inside a bathroom
you’re life is just a p-ss take
get it in your head, what you heard wasn’t a mistake
you’re thinkin’ this sh-t’s great?
wait until the mixtape

- clay north lyrics

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