Gotta Have it Songtext - A

Uh uh, yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah
Bout' to set it off one time
For the cats that be buggin'
Ha, Clark Kid what the deal?
Group home, wanna hit?
Wild man rest in peace
Ant-Live
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo it's the A-P-L-U, let me tell you
I'm sicker than any nigga that been admitted to Bel View
The rhymes I was born through a pen and my strongest strength
My pen is like a weapon when I hold it at arms length
With Kedar's consent I represent over tracks with Clark Kent
With some super vision from Superman
I get stupid man, you open off the verbal aerobics
I was in the Parkside state of mind when I wrote it
I'm the dopest, when it comes to this one
I'm invisible to ya third eye, you need a fourth or a fifth one
Maybe even a sixth one
Keep the Big Anther on the big gun for pin point accuracy to hit one
Never miss, the professional specialist remember this
The name A-plus it's anonymous with excellence
Don't forget that, before I have to get the click-clack
Give you a wetback believe me it'll be a major set back

[Chorus]
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Yeah!
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
I gotta have it! {Check it out} It's automatic! What!
Take that, take that, take that play-boy
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Uh!
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
I gotta have it! {Yo} It's automatic! {Check it out} Uh!
Take that, take that, take that play-boy

A yo I heard some kids puttin' my name in they childish rhymes
As if I ain't bout' it bout' it enough to handle mine

I gotta have it! It's automatic!
Yo take that, take that, take that A-Plus!

A-Plus it gotta' be hip-hop's youngest mistrosity
There isn't anyone under twenty-one that could rock me
You feelin' this, forty-eight track ventriloquist
The actual synthesis passin' out the class syllabus
Just imagine if I rip your crew into fragments
Destroy the evidence so nobody will know it happened
Walking through the neighborhood full of dead men doing head-spins
Pickin' em' up like red-mans
Lyrically modified to kick the hottest rhyme
At the drop of a dime I limbo below the bottom line
Kick it tight, rhymes sent Method Man to another lifetime
Keep Erykah all of myself cuz' I like (?)
Radiation from the bright shine meltin' MC's with height-lines
Cuz' I'm very selfish with my mic time
When I recite mine, my rhymes explode likd a pipe bomb
Nobody in they right or they left mind can test mine

[Chorus]
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Uh!
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
I gotta have it! It's automatic! What!
Take that, take that, take that top that
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Yeah!
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
I gotta have it! It's automatic! Yo!
Take that, take that, take that A-Plus
I gotta have it! {What what} It's auotmatic! Yeah!
So come clean and keep it real if you my sound

What, I can have it
Take that take that take that
That fly ish
Uh, Clark Kent
So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Take that, take that, take that

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