Lyrics No Identity - Delinquent Habits
Check
it
out
now
Hey,
hey,
troop
style's
hard
to
find
I
sit
where
we
sit,
it's
time
to
go
for
mine
See
I
remain
in
place
wit
shit
so
funky
You
could
bite
for
days,
my
shit
remains
crunchy
Good
wit
my
own
style,
droppin'
that
Looky
Lou's
all
hokin'
but
I
stompin'
that
You's
a
c-copycat,
now
watch
me
take
you
thru
to
hell
Must
be
out
lookin'
for
biters
in
the
big
bad
world
I,
am
the
one
to
take
you
higher
To
liquidisation,
heart
and
desire
Go
'head,
light
the
fire,
as
I
get
smoke
There
ain't
a
way
to
stop
the
madness
when
I
go
for
broke
Aiyo
kid,
you
must
be
kidding
me
You're
the
epitome
of
no
identity
It's
about
what
you
say
and
how
you
say
it
Now
that's
hardcore,
time
to
settle
the
score
I'm
fed
up
with
the
old
shit,
gimme
some
new
shit
I
won't
sit,
get
off
my
grip
See
I'm
tired
of
these
imitating
gangsta
clones
For
them
I
got
a
slingshot,
rotty's
and
stones
I
come
steppin'
on
the
scene
My
Delinquent
team,
be
here
to
elevate
Even
the
fakes
should
get
their
soul
get
Rippin'
up
your
frame,
it's
the
critical
acclaim
Breakin'
you
up,
like
the
Buddha
crank
shrinks
my
brain
'Cuz
there
can
be
only
one
[unverified],
only
one
to
rule
Bet
the
coon
new
G,
witta
steel
that's
new
Yet
some
won't
like
the
way
I
strangle
the
mic,
though
I
won't
funk
the
kids,
can't
fake
the
Gambino
Kid,
you
must
be
kidding
me
It's
a
joke,
why
ya
gotta
be
kidding
me?
We're
goin'
nowhere
fast
in
this
flavorless
mess
hall
Why
can't
you
stand
tall?
'Cuz
I
heard
a
distress
call
Aiyo
kid,
you
must
be
kidding
me
You're
the
epitome
of
no
identity
It's
about
what
you
say
and
how
you
say
it
Now
that's
hardcore,
time
to
settle
the
score
Aiyo
kid,
you
must
be
kidding
me
You're
the
epitome
of
no
identity
It's
about
what
you
say
and
how
you
say
it
Now
that's
hardcore,
time
to
settle
the
score
Once
again,
I
go
fly
thru
the
speaker
Your
style
suck,
fuckin'
like
a
tweaker
One
grain
falls,
the
rest
soon
follow
'Cuz
everybody
knows
(Your
wacked
style's
borrowed)
It
seems
everybody
write
they're
OG
killers
Everybody's
flippin'
big-time
dope
dealers
(Versace)
And
Gucci,
rollin'
big
time
Lucci
Big,
steady
sellin'
out
the
real
Now
oh
damn,
now
look
what
I've
done
Wit
the
little
bit
of
help
from
the
rhymes
I
brung
You
know
who
you
are,
don't
front,
just
shoot
hits
Delinquent
it's
in
the
house,
to
rock
this
shit
Aiyo
kid,
you
must
be
kidding
me
You're
the
epitome
of
no
identity
It's
about
what
you
say
and
how
you
say
it
Now
that's
hardcore,
time
to
settle
the
score
Aiyo
kid,
you
must
be
kidding
me
You're
the
epitome
of
no
identity
It's
about
what
you
say
and
how
you
say
it
Now
that's
hardcore,
time
to
settle
the
score
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