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[Verse 1: Guerilla Black] Man I've walked through so many miles of hatred They treat me like and alien up off of a spaceship I heard them talking while I was in hibernation They looked at me crazy, as if I was Lil' Kim with a face lift Soon as you leave, they got they hands on the throat No need for Snoop and Game, I'm a man of my own Go ask Bishop and mom, they didn't grasp alone (?) Dollar figure went all through vision, man, in his song (?) I want to "Touch the Sky", just like Kanye They treated me like an "Outkast", just like Andre If I could show 'em my talent, like Beyonce I'd have Gabrielle Union as my fiance (rarr) I'd probably be at the Gremlins in tight ass jeans But, nahh, I ain't rapping like the Black Eyed Peas But it's not like ain't hot like the Black Eyed Peas I just rap about the block, and they ain't like me! [Hook x2: Guerilla Black] I got my cap on my head and my gun on my hip And my ice on my wrist Yeah Guerilla is back Okay! The killer is hot! Hold up, Okay! The killer is hot! [Verse 2: Hot Dollar] Oh, kay the kid is back I told you Hot Dollar had a lock on rap See, motherfuckers thinking they made Hot The same niggas sic' when the radio play Hot Yeah I'm doing tours overseas, and they not Imagining H-Town, at an L.A. spot (Yeah!) The bigger, son, saw hype since 50 A mill for the deal, all you bitches can miss me Me and Black ain't the same for brothers But you can't put the fame above us Or name another That spit how the night's here are changing colors I kill you, singing toungue 'till you shameless mother Call me the black John Diamond I'm in my Maserati Getting head while I drive is a hobby Riding through the city with my casket face Scared rappers need church like Pastor Mase! [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Guerilla Black] Don't call it a comeback The cycle just repeated again I reinvented the West so you believe it again I gave you Mario Winans, then Beenie Man I know you was wondering "Would I see him again?" Man I came different like Gnarls Barkley Not with awful Dodgers and Ed Hardey Niggas'll test a gangster like Charles Barkley The street side, you ain't seen that part of me! Yeah they be like "Where Guerilla been?" I know the haters must must have hated "Did me in" But I'm back and stronger than a million men You tired of the fake, let the real begin Rap was my hustle, I'm a business man Hip hop ain't died, came to the West to the live When you mix it with gangta rap, they the best of friends I love the East, but the South is my next to kin! [Hook x2]