[CHORUS:]
"Where they at? Where they at, c'mon (x 5)"
From the bottom of my heart
I must declaim
the deranged mind state.
I find hate surrounding me,
so I clown a G,
and his rebuttal is
"Cas stop bein' a a**,"
It makes me think
what'll ever stop the angry
when they wanna throw thangs wit' me?
They're aware I'll bang 'em
because of examples
I have made out of humans
doom when they toy with my thought train,
they're caught plain and simple,
but some will attempt to pull jammies
so I slam with these,
ram these, all into his jaw,
and ideas of why he is front'n really frighten me,
'cause I can be doin' better things with my time,
my pen enlightens the page I puncture
my rage is brunt to show you
what flow too through hard times
and times when my pen
is my only friend,
I'm lonely
then I create a new antidote that'll raise hell,
and I hope this busi-ness pays well,
cause its fly to me
but not worth the anxi-e-ty,
I wish I can BE all I CAN, B,
so the man see his full potential,
with them phrases
get you into dazes,
praise this overlordian
who got s*** for the naughty men,
here we go-
[CHORUS:]
"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon. (x 5)"
Hut. Hut. Hike.
I strike like angry employees
It's gonna take more than MC's to destroy these.
Please stop drop and roll a spliff
lift my mind to n***** get bowed and ripped
then I stomp 'em like a brush fire
'cause I get much flyer
even in the clutch
I adjust and bust skills
with negative frills,
still no one will let me look
that we give too to the public
still we're lovin it
how you're dubbin s***
on the DL,
you got the newest s***,
but I can do this s***
and I'm gonna have a fit if you don't quit
'cause you don't get props,
so get stops, it annoys me
when boys be postin' and boastin'
about the noise we enjoys, gee
whillickers, still I serves
my speech to reach you
and beat a new adversary
who had me very frustrated
so I must fade it, invaded,
plus waited for the attack,
but I'm fortified with the proper equipment
to rip s***. Yo, troops we flips it.
[CHORUS:]
"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon."
"Where they at? Where they at, c'mon (x 5)"
From the bottom of my heart
I must declaim
the deranged mind state.
I find hate surrounding me,
so I clown a G,
and his rebuttal is
"Cas stop bein' a a**,"
It makes me think
what'll ever stop the angry
when they wanna throw thangs wit' me?
They're aware I'll bang 'em
because of examples
I have made out of humans
doom when they toy with my thought train,
they're caught plain and simple,
but some will attempt to pull jammies
so I slam with these,
ram these, all into his jaw,
and ideas of why he is front'n really frighten me,
'cause I can be doin' better things with my time,
my pen enlightens the page I puncture
my rage is brunt to show you
what flow too through hard times
and times when my pen
is my only friend,
I'm lonely
then I create a new antidote that'll raise hell,
and I hope this busi-ness pays well,
cause its fly to me
but not worth the anxi-e-ty,
I wish I can BE all I CAN, B,
so the man see his full potential,
with them phrases
get you into dazes,
praise this overlordian
who got s*** for the naughty men,
here we go-
[CHORUS:]
"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon. (x 5)"
Hut. Hut. Hike.
I strike like angry employees
It's gonna take more than MC's to destroy these.
Please stop drop and roll a spliff
lift my mind to n***** get bowed and ripped
then I stomp 'em like a brush fire
'cause I get much flyer
even in the clutch
I adjust and bust skills
with negative frills,
still no one will let me look
that we give too to the public
still we're lovin it
how you're dubbin s***
on the DL,
you got the newest s***,
but I can do this s***
and I'm gonna have a fit if you don't quit
'cause you don't get props,
so get stops, it annoys me
when boys be postin' and boastin'
about the noise we enjoys, gee
whillickers, still I serves
my speech to reach you
and beat a new adversary
who had me very frustrated
so I must fade it, invaded,
plus waited for the attack,
but I'm fortified with the proper equipment
to rip s***. Yo, troops we flips it.
[CHORUS:]
"Where they at? Where they at? Where they at, c'mon."