None of that's true, we do it not you   That' why I got you stuck on to my style like glue   The crew definitely is back again   But I'm back to win so just tell a friend      That I'm still twisting and bending   Minds and rhymes until the very end   With the rhymes and the loops   Stomping out wack troops in my big black boots      Collecting respect and the loot   From the way I grab the microphone and execute   [Incomprehensible] think I'm cute   Say what?      Yo man, I pay them no attention   I stay deep into the cut   'Cause I leave the tricks alone   'Cause my name is not David Copper-Filled      Pockets, never net a man, who don't hate it   So let it be stated   Niggas couldn't fade it with an edit   And Xerox M.C.'s are pathetic      They tryin' to duplicate   But their comin' out synthetic   The name is Bootie Brown   And phony M.C.'s forget it      Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   We do it this way, we do it this way      Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   We do it this way, we do it this way      I step toward the mic grinnin'   The lyrical imperial award winnin'   Rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it   Because my shit be poppin' like gin and juice      I seduce these iahps to get loose when I'm droppin'   These rhymes on drums like my nigga Def Jef   My style is more unknown than what happens after death   I come fresh like your breath after your brush   Wack MC's like that orange soda got crushed      Well, it's apparent that many are so transparent   You can't believe ya eyes when ya starin'   It's ghostly and mostly the wise   Yeah, they just run these games before ya eyes to tell you      Lies framed in gold glitter   For many moons I've been a go getter   Took miles of manure from the purest bullshitters   Now them mutha fuckas ain't with us to get us   M-walk shake the cut through their neutro-transmitter      Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   We do it this way, we do it this way      Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   We do it this way, we do it this way      You must respect me   'Cause I come directly from my internal   While my eternal infernos steadily towering   And over-powering all sour sounding   Wishin' wishy-washy competition      Definitely wack and lackin' and stable ammunition   Change ya mission men and listen   My way your salutations get no validations   Just rejections and ejections outta my Hitachi      Come on and taste the real   Step on inside and confide in the feel I reside   By still waters just a gear on the wheel   No fear on the steel just a son of Jiva   Who won't leave my field      We do it this way, we do it this way   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   We do it this way, we do it this way      Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   We do it this way, we do it this way      Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre   We do it this way, we do it this way