Acknowledge

Pay homage, respect
 Yeah, one-two
 Acknowledge the rep
 I don't know what you cats was thinking
 Pay homage, respect
 Must've been crazy
 Acknowledge the rep
 To step up on stage, at CMJ, mention my name
 I hear these cats, but I ain't listenin'
 A little faint dissin', a little scratch, a little paint missin'
 But I still gleam and glisten, hot like a stream of piss and
 I'm about to have your whole team wishin'
 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 runnin' through this game lynchin'
 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 could 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 somethin' you're new at
 'Cause I'd rather hear a Lil Wayne-Lil Zane duet
 My cellphone stay ringin' 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 burnin'
 Next year, y'all be up in Rawkus, internin'
 And I should've 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 (yo)
 Yeah, I heard of the Boogieman when I was a youth, scary
 Then I found out that he was as fake as a tooth-fairy
 Since my last mission, this nigga's been ass-kissin'
 I took a minute, I gave your single a fast listen
 Tell me this, with no pot to piss in, how you dissin'?
 Your group home's about to be reporting you missin'
 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 want to murder you
 But I told 'em, "Chill," I let 'em know you was my son
 And I promise I keep paying support 'til you're 21
 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 doin' the tracks
 Matter of fact, fuck Fat Beats, for doin' the wax
 I'ma diss you via e-mail and then through a fax
 I'ma diss you by two-way, I ain't gon' never relax
 I'ma diss you over fast, slow track or no track
 If your shit wasn't so wack, I'd diss 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
 Fuckin' with me, you better off tryin' 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
 Pay homage, respect
 I got one lyric, pointed at your head for start (yeah)
 Another one, is pointed at your weak ass heart
 Boogieman, Boogieman, what's wrong?
 I figured out everybody you know better (pay homage, respect)
 Made you sound like a fan and everything
 You know you was dancing and singing my shit back in the day
 Tryna front on me
 You should know the student can't fuck with the teacher
 (Acknowledge the rep)
 I tell you what, after the rap beef shit dry off for you
 And all this hype I gave you wear off
 Come see me, I'll make you my hype man
 And work on some steps, 'cause I'ma make you my dancer too
 And um, far as battling goes
 C'mon man, I can't earn no stripes battling you
 Tell you what, you can get at me after you sell like one record
 And I'll break that ass, nigga
 Don't ever front on me, nigga