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"Critically Acclaimed"

[Produced by: Statik Selektah]

[Intro: Sample]
New told lies, with supreme visions of lonely tunes

[Verse 1 - Lil' Fame]
Uh, what the f*ck, what the f*ck, huh?
Uh, if I ask you who's your top 10 greatest rappers dead or alive
And you don't mention my name, I'm a blacken your eyes
I'm from the bottom of the 'ville, duke I had to survive
Where them snakes that'll murder your fam' and then slap you a five
Keep it goin now, P.E. sh*t, hold it now
Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down)
It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune
Death of the motherf*ckin engineer that recorded to ya
You're spaced out, what the f*ck you recordin for motherf*ckers on the moon?
This is for my real corner goons
It's Fame (M.O.P.), back at it again
Cop killer, slugs, black 'matic and gauge
n*ggas ain't gon' give me my credit
So hear's a couple of curse words for y'all n*ggas to edit
Suck a di*k, you trick punk b*tch
You f*ckin with the Brownsville warriors, I'm so glorious

[Hook - scrathing of samples] - w/ ad libs
"Tell 'em Fame"
"Lil' Fame in the"
"Holdin it down, for New York City"
"It's (BK), it's (all day)"
"Statik Selektah"
"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame"
"New York, is takin the scene back"
"Yes sir"
"The world;s most underrated"
"I'm showin off for Statik"

[Verse 2: Saigon]
Haha, look
Oh I get it, you thought you was dealin with some regular n*ggas
Fishermen'll find your f*ckin head in a river
See my competitors quiver, holdin slugs, I'd rather deliver
Yeah I got locked but I'm here, he a dead n*gga
You can't compare it, I hear n*ggas with 25, say f*ck inside, I'm a wear it
From dead n*ggas, I don't hear sh*t
Think before you risk losin your health
n*ggas grillin me, should understand man, you're just confusin yourself
Cause I don't buy that, that sh*t is whack, it's a smart act
Tell a cat let's do a car jack, see where his heart at
If he refuse it, then Omnipotent might lose it
If he do it, we gon' see he f*ckin stupid and use it
To make 'em do sh*t, like rob a club with a pool stick
On a train stickin chicks in they tit with a toothpick
Lay back and laugh at this jackass
Make 'em let me use his army coat pocket as my personal crack stash
If he ever backlash, let the black MAC
Blast from the back of his cap up to the crack of his ass
Look it here, n*ggas took it there, like a crook'll care
I unload, all ya hear is blooka blooka yeah, blooka yeah, n*gga

[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs
"Saigon-Saigon the Don"
"Holdin it down, for New York City"
"It's (BK), it's (all day)"
"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame"
"When it comes to verbs, I be flippin
Cause herbs just be sh*ttin off the words I be kickin"
"Say word"
"That's word, Sean don't give a (give a)"

[Verse 3 - Sean Price]
Haha, what up?
Yo, Sean P, Statik Selek', pass me the sket
Shoot the first whack rapper spittin trash on the set
Pass me a check cause n*gga don't be rappin for free
Rap for a fee, producers, I rap for a beat
f*ck around and get smacked with the heat, wrapped in a sheet, cremate 'em
Loved across the board, P. hate 'em
I don't like thugs (thugs), I don't like nerds
I don't like myself and I hate bein disturbed
I hate seein you birds, hummin, stunt on the block
Suckin c*ck for a hundred a 'wap
Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building
Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin
Uh, I write raps, make five stacks a show
Sell white to white people, stay playin in snow (okay)
Stay rakin in dough (yeah), you stay hatin the flow
Assault and battery, I stay breakin your nose

[Hook - scratching of samples] - w/ ad libs
"So what"
"Just wonder why he's f*ckin crazy"
"Holdin it down, for New York City"
"It's (BK), it's (all day)"
"Critically acclaimed, criminals to blame ..."

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