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from Mood Muzik 4

"Inception" is track #11 on the album Mood Muzik 4.
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The bars show you mad struggle
Along with detailed scriptures of my past trouble
Thats why they try to keep me quiet with a bad muzzle
Cant take the same leaps and bounds as me
When they lack the hustle and the calf muscle
Words from a legend speaking from the heart
Said, if you going to war, weaponry is a start
Do your dirt all by your lonely, let it be in the dark
You givin birds bread then let it be in the park, Joey
Tip me wrong, mini mall when the semis warm
Bout my bread, so I spot it if a pennys gone
And Ill bet, learned that from the nets
If you tryna be a Billionaire get rid of any Thorn
Cause youll get f-cked if they shoot you, emptied on
Its just they way of making a mini porn
I watch my haters get sick
If its that hard living in my shadow
Get off my silhouettes d-ck
Tailor made suits, double breast fit
Set trip, get your name on the next clip
Sometimes before you can add you gotta minus
Some of yall dont get the math or the science
It means Im aiming for wealth
Some say skys the limit I say youre short changing yourself
so uh ha, uh ha, yall aint the same as me, I get bread
You lose Jacksons, Jermaine Dupri
BS about Joe, refrain it please
Youll just untame a beast, he just became unleashed
All who defend are deceased, so the topic should pass
An assembly line would show em Im not in they class
Had some alright jams, them fans came and left
And you aint know they was one night stands
Let em testify, witnesss, hearin is indicative
N-ggas is sick of it, let it go, and get a grip

(Hook)
I think Im Sug Ray, Ali
Joe Fraiz who the f-ck gon stop me
He think he Holyfield, Iron Mike
Fo fifth let em feel what the iron like
I think Im Mayweather, Pacquiao
Screamin money aint a thing pullin stacks out
I think Im Cotto, Shane Mosley
Slow death to anyone who oppose me

(Verse 2)
Sun Im a always shine, yellow
Think Im about to get up on that? HELL NO
Long as shorty keep my tip hard, shell toe
Certain Im a stick to the script, velcro
Ringers?, fakers, thinker, faders, prosper
Without being linked to the majors
My only response is the finger to haters
Watch it get ugly, Mbenga, Lakers
so when they ask how I feel about hip hop
I sighed and replied take a lucky guess
Just being sincere, I aint talking pioneers
When I tell dudes I dont think the Dougies fresh
Used to roll through the trenches, slept on cold benches
Holds on my expenses, smoke till I was senseless
Now the flows so relentless
F-ck CDs it should be sold in syringes
I cant explain it they love the sound
Subtle with the pound, you dont want trouble clown
If Im at the bar ordering a couple rounds
Im in between 2 birds like a double down
Where Im from they cock and shoot
Like its all logical, send a lot of work to them hospitals
Dress the AK up before they pop at you
Handguns, night scope, call it the Chopper suit
So if you tired of all the wack dudes, call me in
Rap historian, slash my classs Valedictorian
Your futures at a stand still
Must be a flat on that Delorean
I tried tellin them conceded the deals closed
They disagree they believe that they real close
Tough guys turn talk show like Steve Wilkos
Scream f-ck em eat dildos with each pill dose
All the rap dudes they got highly regarded
Tell me they psyche might be slightly retarded
Nowadays before the shows I buy me a cartridge
Those them phony ass dudes they like me to start with
Peepin how the vets wanna stop me
Money where your mouth is Ted DiBiase
And he wont be able to reach for a biscuit
With Os on his head like a B-more fitted
Black hoody and black tux
Tearin stacks up, with a model and her rack tough
Gettin my Extreme Makeover on
Knock that bitch down and build her back up
Think twice before you act up
Around flames, wrong time to be gassed up
You never heard blowing smoke from a grass hut
9 times out of 10 itll be your last puff

(Hook)

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