Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse, My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse. I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk, Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk.
The God's tropical...ladies call me 'Black Fruit Punch.'
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it. Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it.
Hip-Hop got turned into Hit Pop, The second a record was number one on the pop charts. But don't skip on the heart, it gotta start in the ghetto, Let no one forget about the hard part.
There's a million ways to live on this thing called a planet, I'mma live everyday, I ain't takin' nothing for granted.
I scored 1.1 on my SAT, And still push a whip with a right and left AC.
You're a trivial part in a trivia game. Now what's your aim? A presidential campaign? Like Ross Perot? He lost it though... But he got a billion in tha bank fo' sho'!
Yo, it's 1 universal law but 2 sides to every story, 3 strikes and you be in for life, mandatory. 4 MC's murdered in the last 4 years, I ain't tryin to be the 5th one, the Millennium is here. Yo, it's 6 million ways to die, from the 7 deadly thrills, 8-year olds gettin' found with 9 mill's. It's 10 P.M., where your seeds at? What's the deal?
I judge wisely...as if nothin ever surprise me, Loungin, between two pillars of ivory. I'm lively, my dome piece is like buildin stones in Greece. My poems are deep, from ancient thrones I speak.
Now what Clan you know with lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben, like we got time to kill.
They use the simple back and forth, the same, old rhythm That a baby can pick up, and join, right with 'em. But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic Using nursery terms, at least not poetic.
We got it on lock like Barack got the nomination
Putting styles on lock, and making beats by the bundle, Scooping more props than Bryant Gumbel...and staying humble.
These niggaz ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government. Don't matter if you Independent, Democrat or Republican, Niggaz politickin' the street, get into beef, Start blastin'...now a new cat is executive chief.
Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.
Next time you see a brother down Stop and pick him up, Cause you might be the next one stuck.
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you. Never forget where you from; someone will remind you.
And when I smiled, 'Bing!' I almost blinded her. She said, 'Great Scot, are you a thief? Seems like you have a mouth full of gold teeth!' Hahahaha, had to find that funny, So I said, 'No child, I work hard for the money. And calling me a thief? Please...don't even try it, Sit down, eat your slice of pizza, and be quiet.'
I will endanger your species like an ostrich, Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage!
I don't like thugs, I don't like nerds, I don't like myself and I hate bein' disturbed.
Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical, Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal. Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catchin' 'em? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin' 'em.
How far must you go to gain respect? Um... Well, it's kind of simple: just remain your own. Or you'll be crazy sad and alone.
I want a girl with extensions in her hair, Bamboo earrings, at least two pair, A Fendi bag and a bad attitude, That's all I need to get me in a good mood. She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang, I love it when a woman ain't scared to do her thing.
I call you once...you never dialed back. Twice...you never dialed back. Saturday morning, live, I'm on Soul Train, talkin' to Don Cornelius. Saturday night, my phone rings... Saturday night, I won't answer. Saturday night, my phone rings again... Saturday night, I don't answer.
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns, As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons.
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