MTBTTF (Remix) by CLIPSE

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
No confessions, questions, we contestin'
Fireworks'll send a message, iridescent
Slow him down like Robitussin, if you rush in
At your door when we address him, we gon' bless him
Tried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lesson
Poker faces keep 'em guessin', no expression
Ice dressing on my chest and leave impression
What's a Testarossa if you don't test 'em?

[Verse 2: Malice]
All you keyboard killers in your feelings
Mad you ain't trending
Mad, got you trickin' on your women
Mad I don't hit 'em, I just spin 'em
Gunning and I'm grinning
In a Bugatti in my denim
This is the result of my vision
React with precision
But God only knows my intention
But selling dope is a religion
The hammer's in position
I can show niggas the difference

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• boom-bap
• conscious hip-hop
• instrumental hip-hop
• underground hip-hop
• Portland