To the best of my knowledge
I guess that I'm fresh and I'm holding
Yo hold up, hold up, hold up
If you're Joe Beats what's the purpose of you stopping me?
I don't know man, I want you to kick
The rap you kicked a long time ago
Not this emo shit
I was getting props when I first started to flow
Making this music wrecking shop like a retarded vocational student
Didn't know it at the time that this shit made me look stupid
Rocking pro-black rhymes (over the devil made me do it)
I never gave two shits about rocking new kicks
I ain't the type to wear something just cause the shoe fits
I make moves quick, to your head feet first
I dig women who got more to get off of their chest than wet t-shirts
Rep the East turf, I rip the Westside
I'd rather eat dirt than ingest pride
My sixth sense shines
Less wack than Mos Def's Pitiful Incense vibe
You couldn't ghostwrite if your invisible ink pen died
Now kick fresh rhymes and think next time
Before you pay to be acting
As an emcee I'm the character assassin
Paid to kill off all your made-for-TV rapping
When the shit hits the fan, I'ma blame it on GG Allin
My tolerance level has peaked
And it's time for heads to get flown
Just because I speak peace
Doesn't mean I can't throw no joints
I don't know
My tolerance level has peaked
And it's time for heads to get flown
Just because I speak peace
I don't know
Now I stopped to build a bridge during my agnostic pilgrimage
Lost my will to live, so I shot and killed some kids
(I'm just kidding) no I'm not
Into oral bestiality, I'm just blowing spots
And I got more back than acne on the slap happy-go-lucky types
Monday Night Football fanatics, asscrack addicts with underbites
Got more bodies on my mic than my pistol
I ain't got a pistol, but there's bodies on my mic
(Bullshit you do) it's true
And Joe will kill you with the bullet prose
Throw a book of sample laws towards us, get left with loopholes
Take my advice, take an 8 Mile hike
I'm down by law, like the back of the jacket on It's Cool As Ice
Who was nice? Why'd you ask me? For the last time
I'm nasty, like Nas was at halftime
You fucking know it like I know that's a rental car
Hey sucker poet, whoever you are
My tolerance level has peaked
And it's time for heads to get flown
Just because I speak peace
Doesn't mean I can't throw no joints
I don't know
My tolerance level has peaked
And it's time for heads to get flown
Just because I speak peace
I don't know
MC uh-uh, people don't call you
Playing catch-up with old reissues of Audio Two
Lots of artists got bitten, I'm not kidding
What more can I say? Bob Dylan
You play the side of the stage like a broken mic stand
You ain't enough of an emcee to be Jarobi's hype man
You yelled in Double Negative and couldn't make no noise
Why is that? (Ask yourself homeboy)
You wanna battle me, while saying writtens? It ain't sane
You're better off playing games of chicken with freight trains
I'm sticking to the weight gain, while Dr. Atkins
Sticks his dietary cock into lots of my fat friends
Now download my manhood, memorize its measurements
Then lip sync the circumference if the head doesn't fit
You can use your bulky grip on my huge bulging dick
It's the ultimate ultimate ultimate ultimate hood
My tolerance level has peaked
And it's time for heads to get flown
Just because I speak peace
Doesn't mean I can't throw no joints
I don't know
My tolerance level has peaked
And it's time for heads to get flown
Just because I speak peace
I don't know
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