[Verse One: Q-Unique]
Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't meant to grab the mic
and kick a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time
If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the dotted line
Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never mind
I'ma tag you with this loaded {nine}
Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since you spit I had to abort you
Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop your raps from being spoken
Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand broken
I'm out to damage you like a shiesty manager (buahahaha)
Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the banister
Cornered, it can be, you can't f
You'll End Up Crying lyrics

You'll end up crying
With your mother's eyes
Pretend you can't see yourself
Could have been better
Could have been worse
You could have been yourself

Brought up in mom's arms
Nowhere to fall
Now you're out climbing
Taking it all

You'll end up crying
With your mother's eyes
Suffer that mo
lee
Can't stand to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like chubby checker
being lynched off the goldengate bridge over troubled water
The colonel giving orders smash the juke up for its quarters
Go unpause ya tape recorders

[Chorus: Q-Unique]
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you play flow
Start a rap career, that shit is way no
Start a rap career, that shit is way no
Toy mic you play flow
Don't ask 'em to say hoe, stay low
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Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you play flow
Start a rap career, that shit is way no
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say HOE
Thought to start a rap career, that shit is way no

[Verse Two: Swe
Behavior Control Technician lyrics

Children runaway from the torturistic waysChildren still resist from the powers that persistWill you shut up and sit stillI think you should obeyHaving very few rights we cannot communicate     Train my brain to work the way you want me toDon't question authority seeBe a little zombie that agrees with you
l Boogie]
I pound the final round *ding*
Bring on the trouble clown, how you sound?
You think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down
for whatever the case is, whatever the place is
We sever the stages, you could never come face this
Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that want chicks
but make sure they the bomb tricks
that don't complain, about any position
Heads or tails I'ma win in any decision
The mission is impossible for you to get it
Complete, so dead it, delete it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated
I'm must proven guilty for murder 'cause rhymes I be killin' it
If tracks I ain't feeling it than I don't wanna deal with it

[Q-Unique]
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe

[Verse Th
Barroom Hero lyrics

Face down in the gutter wonit admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and black, heis a big, strong man with a childs mind, Donit you take his booze away!  Heis been at it for years drinkini balls and beer heis a hero to most he meets but inside he cries black swollen eyes this man he sheds no tears Now his wife & kids sing a different tune 
ree: Jise One]
Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a steel toe show
Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize size
Most cats fall off the face then come back to be surprised (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you small fries
Most egos that grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?)
There two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and rhymes
You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I define the true times, why?)
The records B.I. grime shit don't get the air
You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not aware (why?)
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros

(Chorus)