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Come here.I got sumthin to tell you.I don't know how to explain it... but, I'm different.You crazy? Naw, I ain't.I'm just saying. I'm, I'm not like you.I'm not like others.It's like I've been here before.[Verse One]504's the dope name, I don't playMY RHYME GON BANG!Make the 8 for the pape, light the flameIgnite like propaneNo sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade!)No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangI'm giving you bitches sumthin viciousGot em falling to pieces like porcelain dishesI'M DIRTY!I get all the way down to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!I was blamed to BLOW! Ground rebucked!Stay here... LAY DOWN AND GET FUCKED!Nigga, you underneath me, out my entriesOut my entries, I can count a hundred thousand pennies every centuryLook at that, look at that, look at that, GET BACK!I get very scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!?I rip tracks and pop tapesI'm so popular, they just gosta rock what I sprayIt's time I gotta watch what I say!I get surprised when sumthin from round the crocodiles playOh, won't be nothin'!I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be that way!"I'm telling ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the musicI been doing this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use itThe objective supply the proper perspectiveTacky or selective, maximum effectiveNarcoleptic, brine neglectedIt just don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect itY'all niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my brainChopping and slicing with the edge of the blade![Chorus: KLC]The Blade!(24X)[Wesley Snipes]There are worse things out tonight than vampires.[N'Bushe Wright]Like what?[Wesley Snipes]Like me![Verse Two]I turn a sucka into a supper!They gotta suffer!Bout a had enough, that's why I'm coming!COME ON, FUCKER!I'm sick and tired of being sick and tiredThey can't hide from the pain 'cause the noise won't stopThey don't stand a ghost of a chance, but they tryA side of my mind tell me to get emBloody side, lettin it rideEven when a couple hundred years go byThey still gone bite and I'm still gone flyYes, five fingers around they necksI run thru your back and come out your chestYou moving too fast, forgot to brace yourselfAW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, brace yourself!Oh my God!Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it don't matter how I put itLet me say sumthin, let me talk in the tellyLet me stand as tall as the fellasYou would, if you could, but you don't git up off itI'm the hand on the hammer, on the nail, in the coffinI'm marching to a different drummerAt the head of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade![Chorus: KLC: 32X][KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds till fade]Mystikal appears courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.Posted by Shy-Stee JB
Come here.I got sumthin to tell you.I don't know how to explain it... but, I'm different.You crazy? Naw, I ain't.I'm just saying. I'm, I'm not like you.I'm not like others.It's like I've been here before.[Verse One]504's the dope name, I don't playMY RHYME GON BANG!Make the 8 for the pape, light the flameIgnite like propaneNo sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade!)No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangI'm giving you bitches sumthin viciousGot em falling to pieces like porcelain dishesI'M DIRTY!I get all the way down to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!?Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!I was blamed to BLOW! Ground rebucked!Stay here... LAY DOWN AND GET FUCKED!Nigga, you underneath me, out my entriesOut my entries, I can count a hundred thousand pennies every centuryLook at that, look at that, look at that, GET BACK!I get very scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!?I rip tracks and pop tapesI'm so popular, they just gosta rock what I sprayIt's time I gotta watch what I say!I get surprised when sumthin from round the crocodiles playOh, won't be nothin'!I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be that way!"I'm telling ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the musicI been doing this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use itThe objective supply the proper perspectiveTacky or selective, maximum effectiveNarcoleptic, brine neglectedIt just don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect itY'all niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my brainChopping and slicing with the edge of the blade![Chorus: KLC]The Blade!(24X)[Wesley Snipes]There are worse things out tonight than vampires.[N'Bushe Wright]Like what?[Wesley Snipes]Like me![Verse Two]I turn a sucka into a supper!They gotta suffer!Bout a had enough, that's why I'm coming!COME ON, FUCKER!I'm sick and tired of being sick and tiredThey can't hide from the pain 'cause the noise won't stopThey don't stand a ghost of a chance, but they tryA side of my mind tell me to get emBloody side, lettin it rideEven when a couple hundred years go byThey still gone bite and I'm still gone flyYes, five fingers around they necksI run thru your back and come out your chestYou moving too fast, forgot to brace yourselfAW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, brace yourself!Oh my God!Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it don't matter how I put itLet me say sumthin, let me talk in the tellyLet me stand as tall as the fellasYou would, if you could, but you don't git up off itI'm the hand on the hammer, on the nail, in the coffinI'm marching to a different drummerAt the head of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade![Chorus: KLC: 32X][KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds till fade]Mystikal appears courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998.Posted by Shy-Stee JB