Mystikal Follow

*In case you don't know, 'It's yearn' is the same as 'it's yours'(Intro, some guy talking)Old school niggas. (IT'S YEARN!)True hip hop niggas. Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN!)This something y'all niggas can dance to.[Verse 1]LIKE THAT!I be a black muthafucka from the 12th wardI want some bullshit niggas (?) hittin em hardI hit em with more (?) I make em runI made a lot of noise with the shit I doneI give y'all a chance to roll but y'all niggas can't rollSit your ass down, let me show you how it goI thought I showed you last time, when will you learn?Watch what you ask for, nigga, IT'S YEARN![Verse 2]The maniac brotha's back with another dramatic trackCrossin my path struck you like you a black catManiac, abused, used, and abusedTry your luck and bring a pack for the horseshoesYou got nothin to lose, it just might help you out a bitShit, I doubt itYou're better off dead, goin head to head with a nigga like M-I-K-EYour best bet's to pack your shitCalm your head, bleedin bitchSucka tragic you'll never get noneYou better leave cause you only get oneChance to make a break for itUh huh, leave now or get the powGet the fuck out this area, I'ma have to bury yaMo thug, I draw bloodWhip that ass, leave ya face down in the mudMilitant, bitch I might beBut that's a risk you take when you fuck with meHeadlocked, yo I dirt ya like a nachoShit you go, bigger than G.I.JoeYou ain't know? I thought you knewThis time you can have it, it's for youIT'S YEARN! X 3[Verse 3]Come on, come onWell come away sucker fake MCs in the placeThere's only one Mystikal so make no mistakeComin straight in your face, sucker MCs I hateRhymes bite you in your ass like a rattlesnakeBout your screamin no wayBitch you won't escapeI'm like a boa 'strictor I kill, I suffocateHittin harder than Hitler, no slidin, no livin, no jivinGot more niggas runnin and hiding than Batman and RobinTakin out adversaries with rhymes I wroteThe sucker (?) I'm the antidoteI the conductor of shive rhymes(...?....)Stretch like elastic, pure fantasticLift off and burnin MCs like amino acidNigga please don't try to battle, it's suicideThose who have time watch me I do surviveThis is only a suggestion, so ask no questionsTry and digest my rhymes bitch you get indigestionWrote this as a lesson so you will knowComin hard muthafuckas this physicalBe pussy bitches in my fans I brought a dime andUnderstand I'm comin strong nigga harder than He-ManWith these hands, nigga laying face down on the curbIT'S YEARN![Verse 4]Some murderer got the nerve to talk about meBitch I never heard of yaThat's a shame, you got the blame cause you're blindYou know my name, the M to the Y, S-T-I, the K-A-LRebel, ya smell, ya fell, ya tell, ya sell, hotter than hellSoft as hell, I might as well SPELL!I'm a big marine, M-I-K-E, you figure weaker then meI speak uniquely, how in the fuck do you plan to beat meRuler of hip hop, left ya shell shockedScare the fuck out ya like Alfred HitchcockDon't wanna be bothered (..?..)I'm a rough motherfucker from the 12th wardNever left nothin undone, breakin jaws for funCocky as Paul Bunyan, have ya cryin like onionFlyin low, a soldier born, ya chicken's chokedExplosive, bitch I'm the one that wrote thisI scream like rebel with the sword and snakeYour boss come to battle, it's not your weekI reverse my verse, I love to curseYou won't be the first muthafucker in the back of a hearseStomp, pop, clap, havin the last laughThen, I step back and grin at your dumb assWatch me burn, can't miss my turnLike, do you want it? IT'S YEARN! X 2