Acknowledge

Pay homage, respect

Yeah, one-two

Acknowledge the rep

I don't know what you cats was thinking

Pay homage, respect

Musta been crazy

Acknowledge the rep

To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name

I hear these cats, but I ain't listening

A little faint dissing, a little scratch, a little paint missing

But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of pissing

I'm about to have your whole team wishing

That you never got this shit started

You about to be dearly departed

You gotta be nearly retarded

To let me hear my name mentioned, tryna gain attention

Now I'm running through this game lynching

And I heard a few cats tryna take shots on the low

These XFL rappers tryna fuck with a real pro

One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty

To me, y'all just sound like a couple of high whities

You had to be on mad coke and ecstasy

To think for a second, you can stand next to me

Look don't ever again mention my name in your freestyles

Or I'll cut off your transmission faster than Lee Myles

And I heard your album, this must be something you're new at

Cause I'd rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet

My cellphone stay ringing like a slap in the ear

So I hope y'all don't plan on making rap a career

Cause ever since Heav' was in Vernon I been burning

Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, interning

And I shoulda let it known what your government names are

To make sure you Take It Personal like Gang Starr, motherfuckers

I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start

Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart

And that go for any other so called rap cats, in the game

Pay homage, respect

Acknowledge the rep

Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display

And believe me, I ain't forget about him, naw

Pay homage, respect

Nope, acknowledge the rep

Just you wait

Acknowledge the rep

Yeah I heard of the Boogiemann when I was a youth, scary

And I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy

Since my last mission this nigga's been ass-kissing

I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen

Tell me this, with no pot to piss in, how you dissing

Your group homes are about to be reporting you missing

And I don't know what was worse, the track or the verse

I'ma get to your producer, but I'm smacking you first

See I couldn't even find one nigga that heard of you

I did find a few cats that wanted to murder you

But I told em chill, I let em know you was my son

And I promise I can pay support til' you twenty-one

Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal

Who knows, this might just get you a deal

And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour

Just remember like Nas nigga, I Gave You Power

I figured I give ya some help, cause you need lots

I make your producer change his name to Speed Nottz

Tell him I say fuck him for doing the tracks

Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doing the wax

I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax

I'mma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax

I'mma diss you over fast, slow track or no track

If your shit wasn't so whack, I dissed you to your track

You that little fish that I catch and I throw back

And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back

You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle

Fucking with me, you better off trying to hit lotto

And don't answer back, this is hard shit to follow

And you can't spit nigga

So you obviously must swallow, motherfucker