Braniac, dumb-dumb, bust the scientifical 
Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal 
Can ya find ya way through the lyrics that be cathcin em 
Throw another rhyme across the room they be fetchin em 
And they take a loss, take a loss to the master and i 
Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plasterin 
All across the room on the ceilings and the walls to 
Punk little suckers didn't know I had the gall to  [bad word] around they block with my [bad word] diesel system and 
Turn it up to 10 and then start to dis em and 
They didn't wanna battle if they did when they saw me 
They'd a open up they [bad word] but they try to ignore me 
Hey little suckers I know you hear me callin you 
Cause you wanted some but I see that you ougta do 
Frontin ain't no future and you're frontin so let's get I on 
Like marvin gaye, take the cash and siti it on 
The hood of ya wick-wack low-ridin cadillac 
Back up ya boys and let's start the battle 
Act like, ya know, the masta ace don't play when [bad word] to my bass, aahhhh 

 [bad word]  
Check it out baby, check it out y'all 
I was born to roll (repeat several) 

Drivin down the block like what else should a brother do 
It's saturday, it's saturday, the heat might smother you 
Rollin down my windows yeah I have a air-conditioner 
But I got the sound I want the whole world to listen ta 
Waitin at a red light, kentucky fried chicken in 
Low end theory tape in, bass crazy kickin in 
See this puerto rican latin chico rico suave 
In a red corolla eh yo does he wanna play 
Pullin up beside me, lookin like he want it 
Show me what ya got then watch me get up on it 
Holdin up traffic but we can't hear they horns 
Cause he music a grande yeah he got it goin on 
Bit I think I better school him cause he don't know the time 
So I'm turnin up the boom cause he cannot mess with mine 
Brothers hear me hittin from like 50 blocks away i 
Wanna turn they heads so you know I gotta play 
High decibels passin through a residential district 
See a few cuties and I turn it up like this quick 
Mira, mira man don't sleep, I got tha, I got tha, I got tha woofers in my jeep 

Black boy, black boy turn that [bad word] down 
You know that america don't wanna hear the sound 
Of the bass [bad word] jungle music go back to africa 
 [bad word] I'll arrest ya if ya holdin up trafffic 
I'll be damned if I listen, so cops save your breath and 
Write another ticket if ya have any left and 
I'm breakin ear [bad word] while I'm breakin the law 
I'm disturbin all the peace cause sister souljah said war 
So catch me if ya can, if ya can here's a donut 
Cause once ya drive away, yo I'm gonna go nut 
And turn it up to where it was before nice try 
But ya can't stop the power of the bass in ya eye 
I wonder if I blasted a little elvis presley 
Would they pull me over and attempt to arrest me 
I really doubt doubt it, they probably start dancin 
Jumpin on my tip and [bad word] in they pants and 
Wigglin and jigglin and grabbin on they pelvis 
But you know my name so you never hear no elvis 
Strictly the hardcore dirty street level hits 
God's on my side so watch what the devil gets 
Positivity hittin 50 levels deep  [bad word] out, [bad word] out the woofers in my jeep 

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