F.E.V.E.R. - Athletic Mic League, Majestik Legend, One Man Army

I could’ve sworn De La Soul

Who feeling me out there?

All that platinum going to their head, like Sisqo

That ain’t Hip-Hop no matter what awards you get, yo

Or getting chased by 4 cops

As MC’s, we gotta stop writing that shit

And as consumers, we gotta stop buying that shit

All them cats I went to school with

All them females I used to fool with

Way before the music

Some of us used to be enemies

Until they heard the CD

Now them cats be like «Yo, remember me?»

Oh yes, the One.Be.Lo vet, pose threat to your whole set

Branding bullet shells in your crow’s nest

Even my old texts remain so fresh

Believe it’s hot, the fever got you breaking in a cold sweat

I hate to say «I told you» so I told Jet

Lorena make you bob it/Bobbitt like a broke neck

Young and old heads, Adams Gomez, Jennifer Lopez

Him or her, both sex

No less than the whole globe gets microphone blessed

Suckers don’t test, clone what I’m known best

Now that I’m on checks, groupies show breasts

Your dogs be on it like they want my bone fetched

That’s the fever

You ain’t critical, just mad you can’t do this

Evolution of the game got kids with big heads that’s short-sighted

I’m ill, jacking doctors for the cure

Type to fake a cardiac, next day you ask where the party at

Writing to more dead beats than illegitimate children