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Comin Correct

because I ain't no joke Proceed with caution when approachin a criminal I'm strictly equipped, the vocab is kept stunnin Many words will impress, huh, so yo, I keep em comin

forget, I call the shots I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot Check what I got, shorty got knocked Comin

styles on instinct Make sense, when rockin rhymes over instruments Known for the graf, although the crowd comes first Activist, specialist, of the ultimate verse All subjects correct

what I can see In my reality the whole world is after me Schemin on the key but yo I got this locked down Me and lost and found comin out the underground

they said BAMA boys wasn't comin' With the heat, so you better shake somethin' break somethin' [Chorus:] Sweet Home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet Home Alabama Lord I'm comin

If you don't then you gon die where you stand Surprise I'm never lettin' shit slide by Nigga either you gon come correct or you die So if you owe me money

or what? Let's make some noise For the state of Australian hip-hop ? There's blood and there's good comin' out of the speakers There's wire in my veins

"We will know oh LORD that to Earthly men his way does not belong, it does not belong to man who must walk even to direct his step, correct me oh Jehova

It's all the same son get it correct all that metal to pleather whatever Give me respect! Then I'll collect a check & you can expect something you'll never forget comin