Brotha Meech - Nonbelievers Lyrics

If you downloaded this looking for some ignorance go ahead and drag my joints to the recycle bin
Ma if you looking to be disrespected, call me mister clean you're about to be disinfected
Everybody scared of paranormal activity but when the King comes ya'll will be shook ones
Seismic activity, all on the web ill like lupus, always on the lookout for something stupid
Come across a cat speaking righteous, ya'll don't wanna hear that ey throw on Lil John he be that hypeness
Keep on and like the Romans we'll fall Georgia wont legalize weed but they'll ease the gun laws
Just shoot 'em up bang bang, no puff puff pass, make sure when you aim a black mans in your path
They got your line of sight misconstrued, I'm trying to unplug you your soul is being subdued

If you get stepped on, baby you gotta fight back 'cause you gotta strike back
When you get knocked down, you gotta pick it on up and just keep on moving on

Ya'll emcees wouldn't know a hot 16 if she was a dime piece teen in a hot wet dream
I'm flying over your heads like a 747 jet liner, brotha meech the headliner
And I rhyme from the heart you hear it pumping, you ain't Mike in the 80s
You don't wanna be starting something, why homie I think not
Guzzle a couple rounds at the drink spot, ya'll trying to let this boom bap die
All you hear on the radio now is that coon rap why
Dumbed down to the point where you mind is numb
You in the corner with a dunce hat sucking your thumb
You couldn't get on my level if I raised you to it
You can't rap about it if you can't blaze or pull it
I'm about to be the craze from the A to Europe
Flow Universal in every country I'm fluent
To the man up above I'm pursuant beware of modern day Pharisees they ruint
Come as you are or don't come at all, we keep it 100 over here
No stuntin' over here

If you get stepped on, baby you gotta fight back 'cause you gotta strike back
When you get knocked down, you gotta pick it on up and just keep on moving on

For evil to triumph the good must do nothing
So I've arrived at the studio dusting off my musket
Timbos on khakis in a cuff, the game is so trashy and Meech done had enough
Them grammys ya'll getting should be in the form of a butt
Ya'll booty rappers I'm bored and sleepy snoozy rapper
There's a hurricane going on and I'm at the base
Telling rappers they wack to they face, beef is inevitable
Cheese is always gettable, when your soul is the price tag your paper chase can be regrettable
Rappers they edible so I'm fixing my plate, these battle scars mean nothing I'm stitching my face
Etching my fate the map is drawn out, don't care if me and whoever got to fall out
Time to repent, not time to ball out, or we all going down, way further than down south

If you get stepped on, baby you gotta fight back 'cause you gotta strike back
When you get knocked down, you gotta pick it on up and just keep on moving on