TYSON ft. 1995, Kaleb Mitchell & Jon Keith Lyrics

TYSON ft. 1995, Kaleb Mitchell & Jon Keith - DJ Mykael V

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('95) Yeah, yeah, yeah, what y'all thought this was?

We here baby, we run up in the spot

You already know what type of time it is, check your watch

Y'all thought this rap stuff was a game?

Why you keep playin' with us, yo?

Back like I got a vendetta, they let the beast out

Hand me the microphone, I lock in and I tweak out

All I see is some clones, they modelin' after me now

Tried to throw them a bone and they bit the hand that will feed y'all

Back, but applyin' this pressure

The game watered down, round waves so I hold you

Probably down, I am not impressed by whoever y'all think deserve the crown

Lot of suckers said that they would pass me and they not around

Back to black and out of the mud

I once doubted them claimin' that they was proud of 'em

Wonderin' how we did it, I know when they brought it out of 'em

Uh, we ain't made from the same fabric

Life gave me love 'til I made classics

Tryna block the lane but I skipped in front of they traffic

Took ahold of the sickness in my blood and I made magic

Kept my head down, got the work, look what came of it

Nothin' gon' be the same on the day that we drop beloved

I'm the best ever

I'm more brutal and vicious than the most champions that have ever been

If no one can stop me, no one can match me

I know that I'm the one 'cause Christ left the ninety-nine for me

It's kinda cute, I got sons tryna style on me (Yeah)

A lot of opps DM'ing tryna vibe

I'ma tell 'em like my mom, lil boy we is not homies

Don't get it twisted, this is what I witness

Ho, ho, ho, and I ain't talking Saint Nicholas (Hoe)

Tryna skydive off the top of Satan's hit list

Or maybe it's you Pharisees, I can't tell the difference (What?)

All your verses is my TBTs and I ain't feelin' reminiscent

Bars on cricket wireless, it's not connecting (Hello?)

To anyone who doubted if I'd ever be a legend

I don't call 'em haters no more, I call 'em blessings

I used to want to be like them but now I'm really him (Yeah)

They gon' respect the pen or get the pen

This west side I represent, who's really friends?

It don't depend, you come correct, 'cause I do not pretend

If he ain't indie tribe on this side, it ain't safe for him

That ain't even hate for them, it's a fact

I'm apin' them like H&M

Matter of fact I bury them and pray for them

Jesus make 'em raise again better then he used to be, remakin' him (Oh)

What, you gotta face it

A lot of y'all tasteless

I saw this comin' back when I was doin' dayshifts

I heard they cleared a spot for me in the A-list

If you ain't praying for me, take me off your playlist