Die Schöpfung, Hob. XXI:2, Pt. 1: Part I: Die Vorstellung des Chaos (The Representation of Chaos)

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(feat. Bone & D-Day) Sick Wid It Sick Wid It [Bone] Niggas act like we don't represent Man, them same muthafuckas ain't worth two cents Whatcha know about the Fona Sick like J Jonah So fuck when I bust As I, bill yo corner So whatcha wanna, do Rhyme wrecker, seems to me This rap shit you neglect-a Comin when I serve em with that weak work You need that bitch, with your fuckin feelings hurt [D-Day] Never let em see ya sweat See I be the vet I bring pain but lame niggas seem to forget See it like I see it, boy this shit stay phat C.O.D.'s no V.D.'s boy they can't fade that I keeps it crack cuz I can remember way way back when Heard of rappin and thought the shit wasn't phat then I'm back then, watchin these bitches scream they last ten On these flip flop niggas, now do they ass in [Chorus:] When it comes to stackin chips you can't fade my shit A-1 and Sick Wid It, we represent (They can't fade us) When it comes to stackin chips you can't fade my shit A-1 and Sick Wid It, we represent (Represent) [Bone] We put it down like the goddamn West Side connect Put the noose on ya Get to snappin the neck I'm like Sub-Zero, wa-la I make you freeze I'm way to cold, nigga, don't fuck with these My enemies, gon get our tape And when it's like that, fool, there's no escape We blaze this shit for cash and fame So it's a must that you muthafuckas retrospect game [D-Day] Segregrated game and I blame my click The flame I spit, fools try to change my shit And get caught up in the rapture Quickly I get they ass the crazy horse Game playa man it don't fade us There's something about the shit make they ass they pay Just enough to keep a young nigga We be in it for the long run Don't get it wrong son Can't fade what no bitch made Cuz they be on point [Chorus:] When it comes to stackin chips you can't fade my shit (You can't fade it) A-1 and Sick Wid It, we represent (That's the way we do it) When it comes to stackin chips you can't fade my shit (That's the way we do it, baby) A-1 and Sick Wid It, we represent (Sick Wid It) [Bone] I'm a neighborhood destroy-a Prize fighter warrior Boy I'm tryin told ya Sick Wid It soldier I'm a heavy weight I'll fold ya Feather weights Why do niggas, love to record hate But you can't really hate all these A-1 cats We spits the, you know, and gets down like that Put a dent in your hub cap From the base and when you're done with your list I'ma spit in your face Because you didn't have no weight Yeah man I know you got it Like a bitch and a crab A-1, now you shout it I ain't mad at cha, nigga I'm glad at cha Standin there like a goddamn statue Mouth wide open, hopin that we fall A-1 got fire, fool, for all a y'all I laugh at them beats man, what they tossin Shoulda caught some real dope, from Sam Bostic [D-Day] Look here I play ya and I pay to get Bitches leave as I be correct be in this shit I move so slow, you off bread niggas can't peep the logo A dash 1, Sick Wid It in it like a photo Take a close look, it ain't the same, don't trip From the brain I tame, slang game when I spit Tryin to get it while I'm in it, to floss with my niggas Commited so I hit it for falsified niggas Everything I bring though, for my profit As I clock it, niggas know they can't stop shit I keep it open like a (??) truck Hump it like a (??) Coming with this mob ass shit to make your trunk bump Seriously about a year, best believe that though Feedback though, as I let my G's stack more I serve a menu as I continue to get upset, dog And I represent and spit it from camp, fuck y'all [Chorus: x2] When it comes to stackin chips you can't fade my shit (You can't fade it) A-1 and Sick Wid it, we represent (That's the way we represent) When it comes to stackin chips you can't fade my shit A-1 and Sick Wid it, we represen