"Click Clack"  Parental Advisory genre: Rap
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	Just me and Adiktid spittin' over a hot beat!
	Credits: Universal Productions
	Lyrics clik clak lights out pitchblack, spit that murderous chit-chat fuck around wit diss-tracks; split-splat; bitch smacked, im as fresh as a tic tac, breakin candy rappers off like bite size kit kats you wit that? rip-rap makin fun of they voices thick asses, big masses make em say (oi!) now im makin a point, all yawl git atcha boi..im.. the head of this shit like the face of a coin thats..the end of the road, leave ya dead in a hole cant contend wit flow, spit from a legend in control fuckaz wanna pretend when yawl as dependent as a hoes, plus get neglected like those, and thats how it goes aint a damn thang change, same shit different day seem like eryone done packed up and went different ways you know, i just dont git it, mufuckaz needa realize like anna nicholes smith you dont wanna fuck wit real size little kiddos wanna take it on sesame street cuz the beef recipe's oh so definently sweet that smiff and wessonly heat, so drop that mic you dont want that fight, you dont want this type that right, this left that hook this slice im consistantly tight, specificaly west coast tresspass, anything in the vacinity-get-blown, keepin shit salty: flowin like the pacific be yo, like dat big as they come, adiktid be gold, silver and platinum all in one yawl deformed peanuts gittin squished wit the thumbs ya wished it was done before it started, but its just begun to start like dearly departed, we gathered hear today cuz you was purley retarted, so i scattered your brains ive had-it up to my neck could give a fuck less i pick and choose as i please bitch move and i squeeze Azreal: Clik Clak, spit on tracks, comin' wack, never that/ Wanna find me, I'm in tha basement spinnin' wax/ Write a diss, spit that shit, come at me, ya gettin' hit/ I'ma kill you with nothin' but muh charmin' wit/ Gettin' paid, everyday, spit muh bars and roll away/ Shit be so hot ya sweat on it's release date/ I'll never stop spittin' until tha day ya kill me/ Drill me with tah heat, knock me off muh feet/ Forget 2nd round, I'ma go tha whole twelve with ya/ Beat ya right cuz I'm a dirty pugilistic nigga/ I box for respect while y'all niggaz box for a check/ I knock ya left and right, never missin' a step/ Ya ain't heard muh name? Well, it's gonna be tattooed on ya ass/ Fuck tha past, passed tha test, moved on ta a new class/ Graduated from text, now it's tha fuckin' mic I bless/ "Who's next?" I holla, runnin' through rookies and vets/ Give me muh dues, or y'all rap niggaz will be singin' tha blues/ Ella Fitzgerald types, only way y'all could get in tha news/ On tha front page of some sad ass media rag/ Reviewed in tha Source, get a negative 2 and a half/ I'ma workin' muh shit, steady risin' straight ta tha top/ I'm pushin' muh spits, y'all pushin' a broom and a mop/ Got tha clips in muh whip, bout ta start some shit/ These cats killin' tha field, gotta end this/ We got tha nines and gats, got tha knives tucked in our hats/ Joints rolled for afterwards, after words they get tha claps/ Gettin' clout, run 'em out, yell and shout, whut tha fuck ya bout?/ Hands up, screamin' loud, on tha ground pockets out/ Got ya watch and ya jewels, takin' shit straight from fools/ Here's some news, I never lose, drop tha mic, ya gettin' booed/ My flow is on point like needles just out tha box/ I'm cleaner than white socks, nastier than shock jocks/ verse 2: line'em up, knock'em down, watch a riot break out the clubs giant's gettin high drunk and violent now and i aint tryina pile it all on at once, but fuck-it im open to publics judgement, till the ruckus-budges im here to judge justice, till my mind rust-ess shut, and anyone with an opinion, give it while im listenin never quick to admit it, but if i did it, i didnt aiight? and im never wrong always right, like the political type .... shits gets pitful-like, one little fight, imma marked man everyone lookin for trouble, in-light of a dark-scam fuck Opinions based on basis its hatred and i hate'it like Black Panthers, Skin Heads and ne other Racists that statement ill never take back, now my lifes in jeopordy and yawl cats quick to SayJack like Pat pleasure me! youll never be close to as clever or better then me no matter how hard you try, im a star, a part of the sky how cats gon fish, when they cant bait the hook themselves frontin like they gone move fo'it but cant wait to look'n'dwell it took-well over a life-time ta put togetha these skillz doin it on my own free-wills the only way imma be ill so this is what i got, dont like it dont buy the sequel if you do, fill up ya cup, leave the store come back for refills im still-me no matter what! fullfill needs? gather a touch ide rather pull out, bust and climb up the ladder again then budge

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