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letra de respect my mind - dirty version - mystikal

f-ckin right i’m hip-hop
i hoe hop, i’m funky as a pair of reeboks with no socks
i’m hot like a n-gga ? the beef to the beers with no brats
i’m tight like them twistin up under the 6 with no top
i’ve been up all night
writing like a motherf-cker cluck with no clock
been platinum and i’m still stompin
rock jam-packed concerts and b-tch filled parties
done had them standin more than a hot comb when i perform
gotta em feelin like they in saigon when they hear what i got
i got funk
no limit legitimate respect the man of power
i turn your motherf-ckin thunderstorm into scattered showers
yo bam, b-tches can’t get down
like me and the pound can, we ain’t gotta bring up soundscan
i come into focus when they all starin
i turn your f-ckin head and, spin your f-ckin ball bearings
hit the antenna so they all scatterin
believe that cause i’m tellin you
they don’t challenge what they can’t handle
m-y-s-t-i
smoke spinach, eat chicken, sh-t bullets, spit fire
i’m above you like the sky
like the clouds like the gods like the birds and the pilots
you know why i’m here, come to say it loud
for the one-thousand nine-hundred and nine nine
to infinity and beyond
now.. now.. now.. now.. b-tch
respect my motherf-cking mind
f-ck what you feelin, f-ck what you think
b-tch i k!ll you
respect my f-cking mind
f-ck what you think, f-ck what you feelin
b-tch i k!ll you
respect my mind
f-ck what you think, f-ck what you feelin
b-tch i k!ll you
respect my f-cking mind
b-tch i k!ll you, b-tch i k!ll you
i said b-tch i k!ll you
back-bending, that’s that n-gga spinning
y’all done feeling my line before i finish my sentence
this microphone’s for holdin
i don’t give a f-ck, as quick as you bring them n-ggas
then that’s how fast them n-ggas get f-cked over
no prisoners at no time
i’m so advanced i put your -ss in the blender
with my own rhyme, b-tch say, “d-mn that n-gga tight!
i heard what he did to that other rapper that other night
and dawg that sh-t wasn’t right!”
i’m nothin nice in the shinin lights
no band, no choir, just me and my f-cking nike’s
but am i missing something? f-ck no
i got the whole crowd bucked up, “uh ohhh!”
i smash a rapper into smithereens
make him spill his beans
then i’m running with the guillotine
diss on my rhymes b-tch and diss on my records
diss on my moms b-tch you gon’ respect it!
respect my f-cking mind
f-ck what you thinkin, f-ck what you feelin
b-tch i k!ll you
respect my mind
f-ck what you feelin, f-ck what you thinkin
b-tch i k!ll you
respect my mind
f-ck what you feelin, f-ck what you thinkin
b-tch i k!ll you
respect my f-cking mind
f-ck what you feelin, f-ck what you thinkin
b-tch i k!ll you
respect my mind
b-tch i k!ll you, b-tch i k!ll you, b-tch i k!ll you
respect my f-cking mind
b-tch i k!ll you, b-tch i k!ll you, b-tch i k!ll you!

- mystikal

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