Get the south dick up out your mouth
What you talkin' 'bout
See we know everything you're about
So try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around get kilt
But not like the kilt above the knees
BB will plant you niggas like seeds
Or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga take one for the team now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed
What you talkin' 'bout
See we know everything you're about
So try another route
Paperboy, you can't destroy what we done built
Pick on somebody your own size and fuck around get kilt
But not like the kilt above the knees
BB will plant you niggas like seeds
Or fertilizer for the trees
Emergency vehicle last seen speeding from the scene
Nigga take one for the team now he's bleeding from the spleen
Stay so fresh and oh so motherfucking clean
No blood splatter or evidence, long distance with a beam
We come in peace, while some of ya'll niggas come in greed gluttons
Fucking up the game like ice, heroin, or speed
Slow down nigga
Yeah
Yeah
"Speed it up" like ballad of Ricky Bobby, boy go fast
Not a hobby, this my life
You disrespect it, that's your ass
As one half of the outkast return like ghost of Christmas past
It's the son of Chico Dusty
Must be West Savannah bad
Had to go to church on Sundays with Great Grandma and Granddad
Taught me always follow Jesus when the grass didn't have a path
If I ever fell astray, then God will get me back on track
Didn't say that Rico, Ray, and Pat was gettin' with me and 3Stax
Then we spittin' cause killing everything that we attack
Special forces of the rap game so you best take heed of that
All the shit you rappers lack: we got plenty here's a snack
Don't ruin their appetite because your shit is really whack
Whack ass nigga
This shit's like breathing to me
Born and bred for it
[Big Rube:]
Another battle won
Another story to tell
Listen to the angelic plucking of the puppet strings
As Sir Lucious puts his left foot forward
And rides of into the horizon of infinite regression...victorious
Undefeated on the battle field against the means of ignorance, greed, and hatred
All contenders to the throne are left naked
Because the truth is the only thing you could never be stripped from
And if you commit to that truth, then you could end the vicious cycle
That's affecting our youth today...
If we just stop lying...
If we just stop lying...
Stop lying...
Lying...
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Sir Lucious Left Foot... The Son of Chico Dusty