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Vārdi: Xzibit. At The Speed Of Life. Just Maintain.

I look you in your grill and I laugh inside
Niggas always perpetratin' like they down to ride
But please don't try to tell me what I cannot see
What's the real definition of a fake MC

Motherfuckers only rappin' since 93 and expect all props
Them gettin' dropped like hot rocks
So stop what you doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin
Like Shock-G get turned to stone tryin' to rock me

I separate my thought process
From stress, 24 tracks inside my brain
Tryin' to maintain
I bang shit without no gang or jherri curls

Seem like Kadeem in a whole different world
The girls, the cars, niggas lose themselves
Forgettin' who they are
When they try to be that superstar

You don't understand it's all in the game plan
Exploit the art and watch Hip-Hop fall apart
But I'm a do my part and stay true
And keep breakin' down bitch niggas like you, huh

I'm not the type to play games or drop names
I just maintain and burn niggas out the frame
Doin' my part to stay true
And keep breakin' down bitch niggas like you

And above all else, I represent it for myself
Leavin' motherfucker stretched out or better yet X-ed out
Xzibit, excelerate, I rush it to the extreme
Like nicotine, never get me clean from your blood stream

We all can't bust, so do it how you must
And if you hustle, avoid gettin' rushed with hand cuffs plus
In God we trust but don't trust us, we just
Add to the ashes, then kick up the dust like that

I make it seem like you havin' bad dreams
Have you wakin' up out your sleep
By your own screams
Xzibit has arrived goddammit

We 'bout to rock the whole planet
And bitch niggas can't stand it
Try to play the back and look intense
You need to hit a fence

You don't want none of this hands on experience
I'm not the type to play games or drop names
I just maintain and burn rappers out the frame, yeah

I bring it to the roughest, toughest Mic killers
Check you wanna be niggas
And you burn bitches, type vicious
Imitating Hurricane flow for riches

You don't know the half
I got the ill vocab double rap style gettin' bucked
More freaky than your last good fuck
Milkin' you like ba ba pieces

Meetin' niggas lyrical wishes
Writin' rhymes and washin' out dishes
Flowin' with the liquid wicked
Representin' with my nigga Xzibit

And we gonna do it, and do it, and do it
And do it 'til you satisfied 'cause shit is tight
Bodiqua C.E.O. on the mic
Smashin' and trashin' fuck Moschino fashion
All you motherfucker need to stop askin'

Valued more than the chrome
On your last set of wheels
Hurricane here to reign on your brain, just maintain

Just maintain, yeah
Just maintain
Just maintain