Yeah.. One for the treble, two for the bass Welcome to the great incredible paper chase Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace Oh No Niggas aint scared to hustle Its been seven days, the same clothes Ask them originals cause they know Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe Step away from the mic they too cold The funk might fracture your nose Say my name, say my name Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down and played my game, my own two raise my flame Cause dick ridin aint my thang I earned what they said I wouldnt I got it the way they said I couldnt But now Im gettin it and they whole grill is crooked Mad cause Im gettin caked out from my bookings When yall was askin permission I just stepped up and took it What!? The kids better buy my rookie card now Cause after this year the price aint comin down And if you got a joint bubblin then get money now Cause in a minute, theres gonna be some real trouble comin out Just a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed it The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it Its a shame the jealous gaze is too short to see it But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct Call it a day or make it a long evenin You keep on schemin, man give me some more reason to have the women in your mamas church screamin Lord Jesus! Harder than yall cause Im smarter than yall I know that deep down its got to be bothering yall Pay attention, watch fly gon get larger than yall Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all The mathematic problem for yall, it just get harder to solve Every day that the saga evolve The do or die stay rumblin and bumblin hard And when we move, we aint got no discussion at all East coast on your neck and you aint shruggin it off Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin off Im Daddy Brooklyn, yall niggaz are the sons of New York Gettin spanked when theres too much trouble to talk Respect mine Oh No Look at who they let in the back door From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know We rock from the East to West coast Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know) Step away from the mic they too cold The funk might fracture your nose Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages Through stages of wackness, Pharoahes raps are blazin And it amazes - me how you claim thug but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers Im intellectual, pass more essays/eses than motorcade police parades through East L.A. More beef then delis, thus what I vent is just What you lust to vent is irrele Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monchll do ya Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya! Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures Im equipped to rip ya, reach ya Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here MCs just - come on round Youre the next contestants on Catch-A-Beat-Down Dont be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment Its evident we medicine for your whole town Skys the limit, games infinite when Im in it All windows is tinted, how you seein me when Im in it? Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that Put that mic back down, boy, drop that Pharoahes flows blows shows like afros We hate yall though, thats why Nate Dogg goes: Niggas aint scared to hustle Its been seven days, the same clothes Ask them originals cause they know Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe Step away from the mic they too cold The funk might fracture your nose Oh No Look at who they let in the back door From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know We rock from the East to West coast Queens salute to Pharoahe (you know) Step away from the mic they too cold The funk might fracture your nose
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 10:41:42 +0000
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