Intro:       Y'all wanna put it on tape and do all the real [BACKWARDS]?    Ya just wanna go straight to dat? Aight    You don't wanna mix it or nuttin? Aight let's do it    You want me to do the hook part too?    Check it out uhh, check it out uhh    Yeah it's that Uncle L [BACKWARDS], you know, word up    Ain't no doubt about this, I'm settin this [BACKWARDS] right in here    Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here    Check it out       Verse 1:       I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots    Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup    Spectacular, benacular, miraculous raw [BACKWARDS]    Scooped off the concrete to make a hit    Tearin [BACKWARDS] out the hinges, competition cringes    in the trenches, killin for mere inches    Word to mama, I tongue kiss a piranha    Electricute a barricuda for tryin to bring the drama    I get more ass than a toilet seat    So put your ballerina shoes on and tiptoe down my [BACKWARDS]    Your mother[BACKWARDS] deathwish will be soloist    R-double O-K-I-E you ain't stylish    It's mother[BACKWARDS] arson from here to Parsons    You're [BACKWARDS] dawson, it's murder, when I step in the door run    for your mother[BACKWARDS] life, get ghost    or taste the toast and get your [BACKWARDS] hung on a goalpost    Startin at'cha neck to check ya for respect    Ya back get snapped, your lower spine gets wet    Hips get ripped and then your thighs start to slide    I'm up thru [BACKWARDS]hole and [BACKWARDS] up your inside       Hook:       And don't be gettin no airplay    A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love    It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay    A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love       Verse 2:       Yeah, the rugged ass style I possess    They got the [BACKWARDS] goin from Bel Air to baggin up sess    [BACKWARDS]! Mother[BACKWARDS] right [BACKWARDS] in his corn    You shoulda never put me on this mic, you was warned    I got [BACKWARDS] chasin behind my path for garbage bags    hopin to bring in to throw old rhyme to one of da fags    Huh, I'm on my mother[BACKWARDS] game like dat    I put it in your chest and make your heart go flat    All the mother[BACKWARDS] tracks in the world can't save ya    when I drop these chains on ya brain and enslave ya    Once you was on a pedestal now ya gettin ridiculed    [BACKWARDS] is critical, we're fightin at the pinnacle    I'm burnin [BACKWARDS] like a cracker do a cross    Ain't no three-in-a-row tic tac toe, this is a real flow boss    Makin [BACKWARDS] understand my language    then they rap and vanish and camouflage the damage       Interlude:       To whom it may concern, youknowhutI'msayin?    We're gonna do this right here, word is bond, huh huh    Cos it's a jam that you love that don't be gettin no airplay    (A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay)    I wanna do that one right yo       Verse 3:       To whom it may concern on this mother[BACKWARDS] test    I got the zest to clip ya thru ya vest    Little shortys with big 40's talkin loud, actin proud    BLAOW! Now ya chokin off a black cloud    Rollin El's til your brain swells    Inhale deep sleep and dust me off them old ass Rock The Bells    You mother[BACKWARDS], you fruitcakes, you fakin jacks    You [BACKWARDS] don't want it, I'm burnin up the wax    I'm a trailblazin, gun totin, renegade    black ass New York [BACKWARDS] choppin like a blade    Bullshinanigans, country ass mannequins    Mother[BACKWARDS] frontin and I bet you ain't no slam again    Yeah what? I siad it and [BACKWARDS] sweat it    What? You catch a heat-seekin missile in ya gut       Outro:       Ha ha, word is bond yo    It's a jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay    Yeah, ha ha, word is bond    Y'knowhutI'msayin? I'm catchin mother[BACKWARDS] wreck in here,    knowI'msayin?    [BACKWARDS] to all them rookies, [BACKWARDS] word up ha ha    Yo I got the laugh, word, knowI'msayin?    And sometimes [BACKWARDS] skill boys, you just gotta laugh at    mother[BACKWARDS]    Ha ha, yeah uhh    A jam that'cha love that don't be gettin no airplay    A jam that'cha love, a jam that'cha love    Yeah, I wanna shout it out to my mother[BACKWARDS] [BACKWARDS] around    Farmers    My [BACKWARDS] Zeus, knowI'msayin? My mother [BACKWARDS] minnan right    diddere    Spit at the tissturn t-t-t-tables all L willing a-a-a-able,    youknowI'msayin?    Get mad busy in this [BACKWARDS], y'knowI'msayin?    My [BACKWARDS] don't give a [BACKWARDS], word up    Set that [BACKWARDS] off right, uhh