Why they want to spit in my face
I'm at a pace
That would dictate nobody want to live in my place
Cause idiots hate
How my tape
Shows up in DJ's crates
It's like they can't compete if we should speak in the same state
Well I apologize
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
Make me acknowledge I underestimated your whole crew
Take me to places I never dreamt that you could take me to
Cause right now this white child is out-creating you
And y'all feel it too
You don't admit it in interviews
But all that tough talk and biteless bark on interludes is pitiful
Schitical's ambition's to give it to
The whole slew of chickens that got rap in condition classified critical
How can you pick the pen up
When you got nothing to lay
And what you say ain't enough
Like when you spray you ok
But no AK and you chumps
And looking at me with the
What what what
Like what I'm telling isn't well known
If I should snatch up your cell phone
Can't call for no backup so run the hell home
Don't you see it oozes through the music
Who should get gone
You think you fooling us you're dead wrong.
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
Look you in the eye see what you're thinking
You give me dap to seal the deal but turn your back with winking
Yo cyclops
Your crew of cats don't think when they've been drinking
So I got
More than an inkling of the information they've been bringing
To my utmost attention
Got drunk quick and let they tongues slip
Went on to mention
Some dumb shit about your punk clique
So now I'm sending dysfunction
Up in amongst it
And this message will self destruct
BOW
Do you feel me now
Clearly here's the main principle
Take responsibility for the crowd you running with
If they clowns and you get f*cked
You had it coming kid
And I aint gonna coat it with nothing kid
Just don't blame me
If you choose to spend your time
With friends who don't shine like mine
And then they f*ck you from the behind
How is that my fault
And all this time I thought you was an adult
You choose your own trues
You made a bad call
Own up to it son
The bottom line is this
You shot and mine and missed
Now you pissed
Searching for a method to heal the hurting
Once dismissed by the mic surgeon
And twice was bitten by the kitten who remains uncertain
Remains a virgin
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
Blake the Jew
(Blake the Jew)
Still Jewin'
(Yeah)
Work on Shabbas Records
(Ya mean)
Y'all already know
Y'all already know who it is
We don't rest
We don't rest on shabbas we blessed on shabbas
Ya mean
Blake the Jew - Come Witcha Own (feat. Ed Word A.K.A. Schitical) Lyrics
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Why they want to spit in my face
I'm at a pace
That would dictate nobody want to live in my place
Cause idiots hate
How my tape
Shows up in DJ's crates
It's like they can't compete if we should speak in the same state
Well I apologize
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
Make me acknowledge I underestimated your whole crew
Take me to places I never dreamt that you could take me to
Cause right now this white child is out-creating you
And y'all feel it too
You don't admit it in interviews
But all that tough talk and biteless bark on interludes is pitiful
Schitical's ambition's to give it to
The whole slew of chickens that got rap in condition classified critical
How can you pick the pen up
When you got nothing to lay
And what you say ain't enough
Like when you spray you ok
But no AK and you chumps
And looking at me with the
What what what
Like what I'm telling isn't well known
If I should snatch up your cell phone
Can't call for no backup so run the hell home
Don't you see it oozes through the music
Who should get gone
You think you fooling us you're dead wrong.
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
Look you in the eye see what you're thinking
You give me dap to seal the deal but turn your back with winking
Yo cyclops
Your crew of cats don't think when they've been drinking
So I got
More than an inkling of the information they've been bringing
To my utmost attention
Got drunk quick and let they tongues slip
Went on to mention
Some dumb shit about your punk clique
So now I'm sending dysfunction
Up in amongst it
And this message will self destruct
BOW
Do you feel me now
Clearly here's the main principle
Take responsibility for the crowd you running with
If they clowns and you get f*cked
You had it coming kid
And I aint gonna coat it with nothing kid
Just don't blame me
If you choose to spend your time
With friends who don't shine like mine
And then they f*ck you from the behind
How is that my fault
And all this time I thought you was an adult
You choose your own trues
You made a bad call
Own up to it son
The bottom line is this
You shot and mine and missed
Now you pissed
Searching for a method to heal the hurting
Once dismissed by the mic surgeon
And twice was bitten by the kitten who remains uncertain
Remains a virgin
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
Blake the Jew
(Blake the Jew)
Still Jewin'
(Yeah)
Work on Shabbas Records
(Ya mean)
Y'all already know
Y'all already know who it is
We don't rest
We don't rest on shabbas we blessed on shabbas
Ya mean
I'm at a pace
That would dictate nobody want to live in my place
Cause idiots hate
How my tape
Shows up in DJ's crates
It's like they can't compete if we should speak in the same state
Well I apologize
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
Make me acknowledge I underestimated your whole crew
Take me to places I never dreamt that you could take me to
Cause right now this white child is out-creating you
And y'all feel it too
You don't admit it in interviews
But all that tough talk and biteless bark on interludes is pitiful
Schitical's ambition's to give it to
The whole slew of chickens that got rap in condition classified critical
How can you pick the pen up
When you got nothing to lay
And what you say ain't enough
Like when you spray you ok
But no AK and you chumps
And looking at me with the
What what what
Like what I'm telling isn't well known
If I should snatch up your cell phone
Can't call for no backup so run the hell home
Don't you see it oozes through the music
Who should get gone
You think you fooling us you're dead wrong.
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
Look you in the eye see what you're thinking
You give me dap to seal the deal but turn your back with winking
Yo cyclops
Your crew of cats don't think when they've been drinking
So I got
More than an inkling of the information they've been bringing
To my utmost attention
Got drunk quick and let they tongues slip
Went on to mention
Some dumb shit about your punk clique
So now I'm sending dysfunction
Up in amongst it
And this message will self destruct
BOW
Do you feel me now
Clearly here's the main principle
Take responsibility for the crowd you running with
If they clowns and you get f*cked
You had it coming kid
And I aint gonna coat it with nothing kid
Just don't blame me
If you choose to spend your time
With friends who don't shine like mine
And then they f*ck you from the behind
How is that my fault
And all this time I thought you was an adult
You choose your own trues
You made a bad call
Own up to it son
The bottom line is this
You shot and mine and missed
Now you pissed
Searching for a method to heal the hurting
Once dismissed by the mic surgeon
And twice was bitten by the kitten who remains uncertain
Remains a virgin
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's on son
You dead wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
Blake the Jew
(Blake the Jew)
Still Jewin'
(Yeah)
Work on Shabbas Records
(Ya mean)
Y'all already know
Y'all already know who it is
We don't rest
We don't rest on shabbas we blessed on shabbas
Ya mean
Writer: Edward Levicoff
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid