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[hook]
these cats need to quit talking sh-t
hiding just like a little b-tch
we won’t stop ’til we find you
to chop your heads off like this

these cats need to quit talking sh-t
hiding just like a little b-tch
we won’t stop ’til we find you
to chop your heads off like this

[verse 1: illogic]
don’t look at me like that, you might get smacked in the middle of next week
you’re safer on your block ‘cause there’s less heat, table set, let’s eat
i double label that, no sweat, you’re dead meat
couple bodies with a loose leaf sheet
who got beef with ill? bring it, i could have a full course meal
my sk!ll breeds pens, i came alone, you need friends
i open, so let the madness begin
i have to blend, finesse with raw wordplay
slap your man, if they try to get in my way
your brain will bend with every line that i say
p-ss that to your men, you’re too much of a b-tch to spray
the flood gates have been parted, pardon
but only step up to the plate when your nerves harden
hold up, i’m starting to get into my element
the benevolent, that bullsh-t you kick’s irrelevant
look at me when i’m speaking to you
‘fore i dice your crew and heat you up, toss you in my stew
never test us, columbus in your faces
on top we won’t stop ’til your kids erased quick

[hook]
these cats need to quit talking sh-t
hiding just like a little b-tch
we won’t stop ’til we find you
to chop your heads off like this

these cats need to quit talking sh-t
hiding just like a little b-tch
we won’t stop ’til we find you
to chop your heads off like this

[verse 2: fess]
[?] fess with the second verse
cold brother [?] feds doing dirt
ladies, leave your man, fess’ll put you to work
no shame, [?] aim and in [?]
if it ain’t my money, i’m spending it, i’m splurging
[?] diversions, iced in the [?]
my fashion sense professed real p-ssionate
and this [?] can’t seem to get p-ssed this sh-t
smart [?] really think they know the scam but
me too intelligent, you’ll never really know the man
that’s right, i’ll be the -ssh0l- hip-hop gigolo
instantly move on hoes from [?] to pro
get a little change then ride up on [?]
‘cause if you up your bank, you gotta up your rank
cats don’t think so i’ma do it for you
a thousand [?] emcees, fess controls cause of
yo i gotta eat so i stay on my grind
my hand on your honey, my money on her mind
[?] spitball, set sand traps and pitfalls
don’t just ask, [?], we out to get ya’ll

[hook]
these cats need to quit talking sh-t
hiding just like a little b-tch
we won’t stop ’til we find you
to chop your heads off like this

these cats need to quit talking sh-t
hiding just like a little b-tch
we won’t stop ’til we find you
to chop your heads off like this

[verse 3: bru lei]
no beats needed, your blown speakers get
by the sole of my sneakers kick, ok
you can call me mike open or open mike
last name closure, mike, you got a overbite
i roam streets with chrome t–th and i’ll eat you
the microphone fiend crew, beef is when i see you
a lot of emcees really wanna be bru
hiding behind gl-ss like that gl-ss ain’t see-through
smoke a lot of trees then do what the weed do
i know you seen him flier than see my name
see my face, you probably see me on stage
but see i’m high, you ain’t see me upstairs with your dame
i heard you be talking sh-t, walking with your back turned
payback’s a b-tch and your b-tch back hurt
you don’t want me to be quiet, you wanna be famous too
we know where you’re hiding, we bringin’ over channel two

- illogic lyrics

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