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