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10-16-04, 04:00 PM
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"Perspectives of the Ill" a Prephix/Mistah Tate collab
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Mistah Tate: I'd like to welcome you all to the "Perspectives of the Ill", grab yourself a seat and read carefully. This is a message for all you haters, all you hoes and all you bitches. Take it pre.
Prephix::: ayo, I'm not exactly the protype of a perfect being/ But I give daps for ya raps while you fake what ur seeing/ How come you play the role of an unknowing sole/ the purpose is love and with the we're given a broader road/ may not have chains engraved or made of roles gold/ But greatness isnt measured by how many cd are sold/ 1-2-1-2 am I on?/ might as well catch my last batch in this song before its gone/ I have respect for my brothers/ but the worlds cold and we dont shoe love to one another/ But the pages of my rhyme scrolls hold pains/-- flames, rain, tears drained, and fear/ So as long as I got a voiceboxx then I will be rhymin for years/ Children in a crib listenin to curtis blow and the prophets/ and grandkids on some biggie and pac spits/ Topics are made to hold points/ but I hold one point and thats the sharpness of my joints/ I appluad a nice job from studio or computer to the finger tips of internet users/ But I give love to piracy, becuz bootlegs get words out too/ Jus becuz I dont recieve a profit turned for another CD burned, its all coo/ Mistah_Tate::: I dont really like to be too confrontational But sayin half yall niggas fake is simply undebateble U smile in our faces and say we write hot shit But when pre and tate gone you switch modes quick Callin me ya brother and then a bitch when i aint there Mad cuz I got it and you dont, who said life was fair Stop concentratin on me and worry about yourself I'm sorry that I overshadow you, I can't help myself All I can say to you is elevate and try harder Hop off my dick first, cuz man i aint ya father Clamin you hate my style, but u love to copy me I'd copy me too, I'm hot rollin wit Ill Philosophy Tryin to bring RV to a completely new level We leavin you below us like yo first name devil I smell that bullshit u talkin, before i hear a sound You couldnt carry my wieght if I only wieghed a pound You dont impress me much, naw, u dont impress me at all If u eva need a ghostwriter then give a nigga a call
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