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Lyrics below: Spittin on Iratz "Proper Old School Beat"
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Mike Potter on the hook!

m the creature of the black lagoon,
rap attack immaculate do exactly what i had to do,
emphatic tactics, imagine stacks as im rappin tunes,
pass the cash, and blast a bag a hash, snack on some maccaroons.
im too nuts for yall, i sit in a ballsack,
with a pen and a pad writin to those who never call back.
so to all the haters and disbelievers, be afraid im comin ya way,
i look deep within ur soul when i got somethin to say.
the words that come outta mouth rare as desert rainfall,
flow so sick my words rev thur chain saws,
cut all ur body up and devour ur brain raw,
i know u want my track but what u runnin out ur lane for?
insane maniac, a braniac, up on a mixtape,
fixated on makin a name, im hungry im on my sixth plate.
move out my way, mean is what im gettin to be,
u aint gon drop me, ima shake the shit outta u like vending machines.
im flyin high i bet yall are doubtin that i am sober
cuz im in the sky floatin like the mountains of pandora
i spit raps in my pad like a monk in a cave meditates,
attempt to catch a break, expect a legendary record tape.
nah, not really, i hate to toot my own horn,
in the moment i get wrapped up, like playin ball with my bones torn.
life is so short, homies i wont scorn,
todays rap, like why the fuck wuld we wanna listen to clones for?

hook: They Cant Stop Me Now, Cuz Im On My Way,
They Cannot Make Me Quit, No Matter What They Say!

wait im back on the scene,
im thinkin rap needs me, like dealers givin crack to the fiends.
pass me the beat, gaurantee i head for the endzone,
how u know i aint just pullin ya chain? becuz i sed so,
sometimes i feel bouta score, im up in the red zone,
but then i get i may never get it, like guys stuck in the friendzone.
im an animal, anaconda, strait venomous bite,
im a canibal, .damn my jam is on and my rhetorics right.
usually a nice man, u are not gonna push me,
fuck it, i do me, like i had a cock and pussy,
and flash a smile, cuz all im packin is a pocket of kush weed.
unless u tryda take my dreams, i get heated like jacuzzi's.
i mean i aint no mr big bad shot colla gangsta,
i say my prayers before bed never forget please and thank ya.
hate ya, i aint never hated a soul in my life,
but these demons takin over right as the goals in my sight,
my sanity, im holdin it tight,
lyrical daggers rippin a hole in the mic,
people tell u go to the light.
fuck that never die!

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