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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #959
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
SiniStir Knot
Rights
nah
Uploaded
January 05, 2004
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MP3 7.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
**Intro: “Defining a Delinquent**
LEET’S bring ph’in to a ink test… relinquish all my pinkness/
Succinc’Ness… I shun it… an u sober cuz u drink less/
DELINQUENTS don’t think this……..u pro’lly think ya cool/
Cuz u wear the biggest pants of anybody in ya school/ (yo DOOD)
How many cipha’s u be in nobody knows U?/
PLUS one! BOTH u two… introducin’ no one new!/
…U peep the stee weak cuz I BEGAN my shit/
But funny u got guns ta me? An askin “Can I live?”/
Take all’a time wit this line.. (k)not sayin HARD u sayin screw that/
I’d make it simple FOR u but u tryna do that/
Come rhymin who’that…NOW own up ta whatcha meowf bought/
U wanna be taught ya Self instead’a self-taught/
Well listen HERE bitches… minds aint complete ‘n criminal/
So..if u wanna copy styles… Take MINES n’ be original!/
Its biblical… I see u drinkin scotch by the Mingh vase/
Rollin dank n’ crills in Franklin bills… ur spliff ROCKS!/
U aint stickin stink crotch cuz ur shits hot/
Havin cash n’ mad ass fa every Internet drop/
N’ that’s that bullshit… the kinda shit that I would once do/
I was 14!! …An’ the shit I talk aint dead just cuz it haunts u/
Yeah I smoked my daily help-me-think but then I got wise…. YOU see/
Yall PRIDE on bein dumb like it’s the thang ta BE/
Ev’ry time I’m penalized man iss ONLY when they sympathize/
Wit simple lies… THEY wanna tryyy livin fly… TOO/
I Parentally Advise YOU!….
Got them labels at the side-TO hide-JU from whats inside YOU!/
So I’m a rap God… that’s UR opinion of…/
Me then I’M…finna do what GOD would do….for a million bucks/
Yall some idiots… FITTIN wit the name delinquents/
Adolescents now arrested definition not of age fa prison/
On ME?! I’d pull ya teeth out the SIDE o’ ya gums/
….Go diggin in ya eyes wit my thumbs…. I’m fuckin TI’ED o’ u crumbs!/
Lemme FIND out… u talkin like u made of bread/
Right now? U pop off at the mouth like Mr. Potato Head/
….Nah u got me gun timid I’ma STOP spittin… /
Cuz if I buck anotha shot u gonna probly RUN in it/
This comin out on (FACELESS ENTERTAINMENT??!!!) so buy the song/
Now they asses on display already laced… YALL can try em on/
(“At the same time u lie n’ confess”- Sin) X 4
For Karosene:
U ain’t a FAR cry from Felony… we ALL know that/
But if u aint from Boston neither it aint hard ta go back!/
So if u livin in the suburb.. an can claim the nearest ghetto/
Then u can live in Hollywood… and SAY u in South Central!!/
How THAT sound?!! THIS is why u BUULLSHIT an backed down/
What’sAT now? U DROPPED ya piece n never putcha gat down/
Man NOOOOOW!!… it aint all about the GUNS no more/
It was a couple months no more u wanted WAR…ya MAN’S fronts are MATURE!/
YOU be on some new-old.. make-em THINK-a-thug is whatchu chosen/
U a cheerleadin HO!! …I can REEEAD what’cha PO-SIN!!/
HOPE u get up in the game… big head n’ get crippled/
Have u lookin’ like the feminine symbol! ……w/ 11 nipples! LOL/
It aint a joke ya head be look like some shredded pickles/ Baby K
…U fuckin wit some shit thatchu aint DREAMT o’ been thru!!/
I hope they play “Remember Me?” as ya END-strumental/
Fam’ly can’t keep mem’ries of ya SILHOUETTED stencil/
….Real-ly I hope u reppin in time… bi-AHHHH!!/
So when they cripple u? u lookin like the feminine sign/
..This time I’m checkin u fa STEPPIN in line/
An thinkin whatchu doin if on records is fine/
…Bein’ a slave’ll grave u so ya aim is fatal/
….Ya money gets extorted an ya label aint gon save u/
…Wit all’a that… red ink runnin out ya head/
…Ump amounts o’ lead’ll have em gun u down ta bed/
BUT… how CAN I get upset I tell ya face and still u nice to me/
U Run the route ahead I’ll letchu roll the dice n’ SEE/
An’ it aint just the net like it aint just a record/
Its just the principal of it that’s why I gotcha sayin “yessir”/
Who wanna screw mug rapper wit none o the right looks/
U ain’t got no lyrics either…. cuz I don’t like HOOKS/
Too many cooks…spoiled that rap… get boiled in that/
…Oil n’ phat…
