| Now I’m known by the masses
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| 'Cause I’ve grown to make them smashes
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| On this journey, did many back flips
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| To get your attention, now that I caught it
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| Who do I catch bitch?
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| Real rock, rap and not a Xerox
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| Weird not enough to make ya fear a lot, from here watch
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| I ran scrimmage, and I fought to the damn finish
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| And I popped eyes open without eating me canned spinach
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| My fans in it, constantly tellin' me I can win it
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| If I stand grimace damaging man every damn minute
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| I blended it, expands quick, it slams wicked rhyme
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| Grand spittage, H.A.M. |
| with it, fam dig it’s, N9ne
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| Chea! |
| Hard to see me like the background
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| Your rap styles coming softer than a cats meow
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| Red laces, but booted like I’m Iraq bound
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| That frown’ll get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
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| So relax pal, pat down, gat down, back down, blackout
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| With a fat smile, I might react foul
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| So don’t make this cat growl
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| I caught everybody when I spazzed wow, who do I catch now?
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| Who do I catch now?
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| Maybe those who can’t get with the rap sound
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| I caught the industry, who do I catch now?
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| Who do I catch now?
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| Maybe those who told me to put the rap down
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| I caught the whole world, who do I catch now?
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| I caught wreck, AND THEN I caught checks
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| AND THEN I caught press, AND THEN I caught sex, YES
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| And no permanent diseases were caught when I caught that
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| Now the games been offset, 'cause I’m strange in a lost mess
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| I caught a lot of shit being different, they tried to hinder Tech
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| By calling him devil worshiper, surfaced up on the internet
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| My temper gets grimmer just as winter sets, I’m a venter, yes
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| And I can’t forget when the finger pressed triggers, I can’t remember that
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| I caught stars attention, N9na had a large ascension
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| So high the lord is squintin', (NOPE), I mean y’all are squintin', (OKAY)
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| 'Cause I’m tall as Pippen, (NOPE), got a flawless vision, (OKAY)
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| On a lawless mission, (NOPE), 'cause I’m ballish pimpin', (YEAH!)
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| Best believe I caught fades
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| Never homie soft made, I’m active, no off days
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| And I got boss paid with music, I caught babes
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| And I even caught gays before they all caught AIDS
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| Who do I catch now?
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| Maybe those who can’t get with the rap sound
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| I caught the industry, who do I catch now?
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| Who do I catch now?
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| Maybe those who told me to put the rap down
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| I caught the whole world, who do I catch now?
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| I hit a pot of gold, with the harder flow
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| You haters oughta know, that we are the MO
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| This is my land, you in my hand and you’s a particle
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| And I see you marvel over the fact I caught Tha Carter IV
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| So that means I caught Martians already
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| And you talk shit about that, because often y’all petty
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| And because you jelly sicklin', its costing y’all Bettys
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| To get tossed in our headache 'cause we lost in tall fetty
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| Ayy, you catch the vapors 'cause N9na, he catch hoes
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| And you non believers are funny people, like Seth Rog
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| Better pay attention, 'cause if you simpin' ya get froze
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| And I’ma leave you with a wet nose, when I’m ripping they catch colds
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| When I’m rippin', they catch colds?
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| Ay, that make sense, don’t it, Ben?
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| Lyrically, I’m cold blooded
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| They be like «ah-ah-choo!»
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| Who do I catch now?
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| Maybe those who can’t get with the rap sound
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| I caught the industry, who do I catch now?
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| Who do I catch now?
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| Maybe those who told me to put the rap down
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| I caught the whole world, who do I catch now? |