"not havin it"

"my lightning my thunder"

It does not end

"not havin it" "my lightning my thunder"

"not hav--"



Xzibit (lightning) defari (come on) "not havin it"

"my lightning my thunder" "not havin it" "my lightning my thunder"



[defari]

Look what the wind blew in, a wild west storm

In the form of thunder and lightning

Xzibit be the thunder, defari be the lightning

Crack a shark's teeth when he be bitin

These fakers can't stand it to sell they bandit

Wit silver-tipped lyrics i shoot across the holy planet

Your favorite's janet, i'm bangin hits that's hard like granite

Surprising these critics cuz that's the way i planned it

Your brain i scanned it, and analyzed your weakness

You're not creative, niggas like you we call leeches (say what)

(that brother teaches, yep) don't make no big deal of it

I just knows i don't half-step

The after high noon moonshine saloon

That's where you find a table reserved for x and herut

>from alaska to the mellanys

Don't give a fuck where you look, they feelin likwit emcees



Chorus [tash]

"not havin it"

Xzibit's da thunder, defari's da lightning (4x)



[xzibit]

Y'all niggas speakin out of anger and ignorance

But xzibit got the diligence

Defari sparkin joints in the ligiments

Kill-afornia b-boys who search and destroy missions

Bring the heat to raise the temperature in hell's kitchen

Don't get too relaxed and find yourself missin, listen

Shot caller from a whole new position, relieve the tension

Break bread wit my brothers

All the bitches we fuck be hangin out wit one another

And associate my good times wit hennesy straight

Can you relate, or is your heart filled wit hate?

We makin history, get your cameras and roll the tape

Document the moves y'all niggas refuse to make

How many fools do it take for me to shut down

To realize likwit niggas ain't fuckin around

Feel the shakin underground sound will never provoke

We automatically swing hard and aim for the throat, mothafuckers



Chorus 4x



[defari]

The ice age couldn't stop me from writin a page

Of lyrical rage to be taken out on stage

Then my frustrations slice emcess wit vocal blades

No dough, no show, no doubt gots to get paid

You listen to the horses *horse sounds*

It make these wack emcees wanna quit and go take college courses

And get a higher sense of learning

Clappin off ?vermin?, bust his spine and be the iodine that's burnin



[xzibit]

Put your gun down boy, you get beat like your father did

Debo style, snap your limbs like a crocodile

Nasty, wicked, and wild and ready for the confrontation

You tryin to deliver but runnin into complications

Of course, the work horse, the main source

Either come in quietly or be taken by force

40 dayz & 40 nightz brought the thunder & lightning

Let's both burn sudden and have a clash of the titans



Chorus 4x


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