We Got It For Cheap (Intro) - Clipse

Fear 'im as soon as you hear 'im,

Upon my arrival the dope dealers cheer 'im

Just like a revival, the verse to the serum

For life in the fast lane, I German engineer 'em

No serum can cure all the pain I’ve endured

From crack to rap to back to sellin' it pure

For every record I potentially sell in the store

It’s like Mecca to the dealer that’s sellin' it raw

So many deceive ya

I’m more in touch with the keys,

Move over Alicia

I force feed you the metric scale

Raps like child’s play — my show and tell

Within each verse you see the truth’s unveiled

They manufacture truth as they lie to themselves

Puppets on a string like a yo-yo, bouncin like a pogo

They’re prayin' I never go solo

Do it!

I fuck with the real niggas, daddy

Fuck these bitch ass niggas

Lo tiene temblando tu…

They just wanna be you, loco

Fucking invidiosos

Bunch of Palomos

(Verse 2)

The wool’s removed and now I see

My leg was pulled, the joke’s on me

So heart breakin' like lovin a whore

Might hurt you once but never no more

Like tryin to fly but they’re clippin' your wings

And that’s exactly why the caged bird sings

Who can nickname it, the shame rings true

Seems to me reparations are overdue

I done been to the top, I done sipped the juice

And with that bein' said, bird crumbs’ll never do

Even on my last not a penny in the bank

I’ma stand on my own so thanks but no thanks

Keep the pranks as I bid farewell

I gotta answer to Marcus and Janell

And to little brother Terrence who I love, dearly so

If ever I had millions, never would you push blow

Never

(Pusha)

I’m the best since he died and he lied

The spirit of competition, one verse can start jihad

CPR Pusha, the flow tends to revive

Pullin the covers back, I expose what you disguise

My presence is felt, the pressure is on

A 4−11 Cuban helped us weather the storm

Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm

Through all the adversity, the fury was born

(Malice)

Niggas don’t get the picture, it’s written in scripture

Even ask your Mama — she’ll tell you blood’s thicker

And I don’t know how them other niggas built

And I don’t know if ever they feel guilt

Or maybe niggas just too high on they stilts

But this one’s on me, I’ma view it as spilled milk

Grandma look at me, I’m turnin' the other cheek

It’s the R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G