[Intro, some guy talking] Old school niggas. (IT'S YEARN!) True hip hop niggas. Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN!) This something y'all niggas can dance to.
[Verse 1] LIKE THAT! I be a black muthafucka from the 12th ward I want some bullshit niggas (?) hittin em hard I hit em with more (?) I make em run I made a lot of noise with the shit I done I give y'all a chance to roll but y'all niggas can't roll Sit your ass down, let me show you how it go I thought I showed you last time, when will you learn? Watch what you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN!
[Verse 2] The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic track Crossin my path struck you like you a black cat Maniac, abused, used, and abused Try your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoes You got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bit Shit, I doubt it You're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like M-I-K-E Your best bet's to pack your shit Calm your head, bleedin bitch Sucka tragic you'll never get none You better leave cause you only get one Chance to make a break for it Uh huh, leave now or get the pow Get the fuck out this area, I'ma have to bury ya Mo thug, I draw blood Whip that ass, leave ya face down in the mud Militant, bitch I might be But that's a risk you take when you fuck with me Headlocked, yo I dirt ya like a nacho Shit you go, bigger than G.I.Joe You ain't know? I thought you knew This time you can have it, it's for you IT'S YEARN! [X 3]
[Verse 3] Come on, come on Well come away sucker fake MCs in the place There's only one Mystikal so make no mistake Comin straight in your face, sucker MCs I hate Rhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnake Bout your screamin no way Bitch you won't escape I'm like a boa 'strictor I kill, I suffocate Hittin harder than Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivin Got more niggas runnin and hiding than Batman and Robin Takin out adversaries with rhymes I wrote The sucker (?) I'm the antidote I the conductor of shive rhymes (...?....) Stretch like elastic, pure fantastic Lift off and burnin MCs like amino acid Nigga please don't try to battle, it's suicide Those who have time watch me I do survive This is only a suggestion, so ask no questions Try and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestion Wrote this as a lesson so you will know Comin hard muthafuckas this physical Be pussy bitches in my fans I brought a dime and Understand I'm comin strong nigga harder than He-Man With these hands, nigga laying face down on the curb IT'S YEARN!
[Verse 4] Some murderer got the nerve to talk about me Bitch I never heard of ya That's a shame, you got the blame cause you're blind You know my name, the M to the Y, S-T-I, the K-A-L Rebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hell Soft as hell, I might as well SPELL! I'm a big marine, M-I-K-E, you figure weaker then me I speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat me Ruler of hip hop, left ya shell shocked Scare the fuck out ya like Alfred Hitchcock Don't wanna be bothered (..?..) I'm a rough motherfucker from the 12th ward Never left nothin undone, breakin jaws for fun Cocky as Paul Bunyan, have ya cryin like onion Flyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken's choked Explosive, bitch I'm the one that wrote this I scream like rebel with the sword and snake Your boss come to battle, it's not your week I reverse my verse, I love to curse You won't be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearse Stomp, pop, clap, havin the last laugh Then, I step back and grin at your dumb ass Watch me burn, can't miss my turn Like, do you want it? IT'S YEARN![ X 2]
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