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Directed By: Fridge Media - http://www.coolerminds.net
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===LYRICS===
[Humble The Poet]

Ladies and Gentlemen, come one come all my many friends
and take a ride inside my mind, see what you find, let's pretend...
that I had a shit to give you doo doo talkers, shine blockers, times up,
get on that green mile, line walkers
you wanna cross, but really shouldn't test the boy
your Number 2's aint sharp enough
let's make it multiple Choice
A: I Win
B: U lost
C: All of the above
D or E: You're seeing me, chew your fuckin lunch
dinner, or breakfast, let's get one thing super duper straight
I will eat your food on any track, and smack you with the plate
Claim I'd be garbage if I didn't have Sikh Knowledge
I'll agree, then have him spit a verse, just to add the Molish...
that means 'rub it in'
spit rebuttals in puddles and double the levels of mentions of Humble coming from your girlfriend
whirlwind
it's time to clear the air
don't care to be the best, and could care less if I am popular
need binoculars to stop and star, need not compare
my only competiton is myself, don't doubt the crown I wear
KinG! of my destiny, Hoodini's standing next to me
quite a few years younger, but 10 years ahead of the rest of these
whack MCs with blackened knees from Staying down and Praying
hoping that our reign is drizzle, fizzle down into the drain
we aint playing... it's the Believe Me Music Movement
won't be snotty, keep my nose clean, I'll just let Sikh Knowledge do it

[Sikh Knowledge]

Death gon come
Death gon come
Death gon come, to every soundboy

where the tools at that you Effing packing craftsman
you aint really building nothing Ramses
you got studio monkeys tapping all your 16's
with emo-long tee tweens ghostwriting
so much so, that the man behind the man, behind man was a bitch
and the bitch behind the man was the snitch who told me this
you are about as original as Apple+C Apple+V, Apple+C Apple+V, Apple+C...
I might have used a lickle Rich Boy to get my point across, like Tennis: game, love, moi
Fuckin Run pray Jah..
Hoodeez nu khalam deh jaa (give Hoodini the pen)
Humble nu Khalam deh jaa (give Humble the pen)
cause even Shiny MCs can be Lucifer, Shataan, a wolf in Singh's clothing
Knowledge the Baggi, Iconiclastically break your fag perceptions
I'm with'em, It's the Believe Me Music Movement
Won't be snotty, keep my nose clean, I'll just let Hoodini do it.

[Hoodini]

Sisters, and Brethren, my haters and my better friends, I welcome you to excellence
Nah, Fuck it, we past that
How the fuck can you ask who he is, when you know that the kid, is on a different turf, like over the bridge
and you wanna see him, better focus a bit.
and the folks that I'm with, are a fuckin coalition
making moves like no ones business
it's a jungle no restrictions
if ya'll animals, we handle twice as much, Noah's vision
no ones listening, if it's not Hoodini, or the Poet spittin
know it's vicious, if you aint dropping knowledge on your hooks
get your ass back up in college, dreaming dollars with those books
like y'all some fuckin crooks, I'm the father to this heat wave
leave your son burnt, like white bitches on a beach day
he say the truth, keep it mixed with a little bit of ignorance
knock knock on the door of your innocence, pop pop to the floor with some intricacy
I be, the one they call Hoodeez
you can call me what you want, but your girlfriends calling me
probably because I be the one that save her from you bums
I will kill with this paper and my tongue
I'm the best up in the neighborhood I'm from
and you chewed up rappers aint lasting any longer than the flavour of my gum
and I'm done


1-2-3 Poet and Hoodini
they came to rock it on to the tip top
Best of Lions in Hip Hop Y-O

1-2-3 Poet and Hoodinin
and Sikh from Realistan
Number 1 sound in Hip Hop Y-O