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Caught you lookin' for the same thing

It's a new thing check out this I bring

Uh Oh the roll below the level

'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass C'mon

Turn up the radio

They claim that I'm a criminal

By now I wonder how

Some people never know

The enemy could be their friend guardian

I'm not a hooligan

I rock the party and

Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist

Preach to teach to all

'Cause some they never had this

Number one, not born to run

About the gun...

I wasn't licensed to have one

The minute they see me, fear me

I'm the epitome - a public enemy

Used, abused without clues

I refused to blow a fuse

They even had it on the news

Don't believe the hype...

Yes

Was the start of my last jam

So here it is again, another def jam

But since I gave you all a little something

That we knew you lacked

They still consider me a new jack

All the critics you can hang'em

I'll hold the rope

But they hope to the pope

And pray it ain't dope

The follower of Farrakhan

Don't tell me that you understand

Until you hear the man

The book of the new school rap game

Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane

Yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind

We're brothers of the same mind, unblind

Caught in the middle and

Not surrenderin'

I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'

Some claim that I'm a smuggler

Some say I never heard of 'ya

A rap burgler, false media

We don't need it do we?

It's fake that's what it be to '