Uh huh  Bring it back baby  Feel me on this...    [Verse One]  I can chop a beat like Funkmaster Flex  Challenge any MC's style, so who's next (uh, yeah)  I bring it ruff when I be rockin'  Even in the south my flow be boone dockin' (that's right)  Bumpy Knuckles makes the girls go crazy  Roll em like cee-lo, dice with me and Lazy  I got a appetite for the mic  Like a 450 pound nigga for chicken delight  Rappers are suspect, I got styles to dissect  Rappers wanna be actors, I direct (feel me)  I hate a biter laying in the cut  Listen to the lyrical styles and eat em up (check this)  I did a style and Tony Touched 50 MCs  Niggas wanted to here me rock it way overseas  I said I'm so ill  Deaf niggas be dancin to my jams still  I spit shit dead niggas could feel  Stay in my zone to keep shit sellin  Rappers, fake gangsters, lying to the fans - I'm tellin  You wanna know if a nigga is real  Try to kick it with him, look him in his eyes  If he tell you that he got a peal  So you can read em like that  That niggas not a dawg he's a mutherfuckin cat    [Chorus: repeat 2X]  It's the Devious Minds that'll make em do these things  All you gotta do is rock and make the mics ring  Don't try to be somthin that your not my nigga  Or you might get your fakin ass shot my nigga    [Verse 2]  Check it out...  To the Beat ya'll i make it rock on and on  Like night time being around before morn' (check it out)  I rock on my own label just like The Artist  Without the high heel boots and no I'm not a loud guitarist  Bitches enjoy my flow like good sex, then I hit  And Freddie Foxxx ain't gotta buy em shit  Niggas be promisin' (?) and givin out toasts  You can't get a bitch if your broke  Blow you niggas out like smoke  Everybody wanna rhyme  Is it for the love or the dimes (shit)  I know a nigga gotta eat, but at least you could keep the streets  And stop loopin up niggas beats  I'm sarcastic, shit I might spit  But don't mind me I'm just another MC  The only difference is i scrap for mines  And don't ride another nigga's lap for mines  It's about beats and rhymes  You niggas better get it together  Before I bring it to you nigga, whatever    [Chorus]    [Verse Three]  Can I get digible for a minute and rock the spot  I be to rap what clip be to glock  Cause imma fool like that, I flip like Dominique Dawes  I wouldn't mind gettin inside dem draws  Niggas are fake like radio drops in Hip-Hop  It's kinda like wrestling and jumpin off the top -  Rope, You Jesse Jackson ass niggas with hope  Got niggas in the audience sick offa bad dope  You niggas need Beatminerz  So you can stop serving up layin ass beats like the Greek diner  Check this, it gets exotic, chaotic  Idiotic, niggas bout it bout it  I got history, B  I done rocked with everybody from G Rap to M.O.P.  The Blast Master, did 'Hot Potato' with Treach  Even rocked with Pac... but you ain't herd that yet  Niggas be screamin that they real  Yeah, real bitch, real soft, like you smooth off  I like big butt bitches and hot cars  And never have ta give a bitch a diamond  Cause I'm nice with my rhymin'  Thug niggas in the house  Snatch up every coward that you see and throw his fuckin ass out    [Chorus]    [During Final Chorus]  Real niggaz  This goes out to  My niggas Gang Starr  My niggas Beatminerz  For my niggas M.O.P.  Check it out  Whaddup Kurupt Mob  For underground Niggas    Philly