Hey Daz,
do you think what I'm thinking?
I think that they're thinking that we care about what they think.
But don't you think that they're thinking
about all this thinking a little too much?
* hell.
Alright,
this going out to all you tough motherfuckers.
Check.
DR Peps will hang your high from a clothesline,
strip the sheep of wolves clothing with a dope rhyme.
Head first,
I'll throw you into my walls of passion.
And still you * eggheads wouldn't know what's cracking.
Stirring a pot,
I scramble your brain for breakfast.
SPX, kid, the father's of some next *.
Got a dark iron flow like a pint of Guinness.
* Steve Irwin,
I'm notable like the indigenous.
I never let you take my style out.
Sick,
fluid,
and loud like I worked out a way to make my balm shout.
Spit versatile on topics and life's list.
What you've seen,
dropped,
certainly bad on MCs that don't exist.
* the hip-hop scene,
I'm making music for your mind.
I turn bandwagon jumpers into followers for life.
And on that note, I'm signing off on this tip.
Woody, Rebecca was all about your bitch.
You think your * don't stink?
You better think twice or I'll see your
soft pussies like a pair of pink fights.
You think I shouldn't sing and just bring it to a roar?
But I'm bored of the wars and the way that you record.
You think you're in a struggle,
thinking that you're hungry.
You live in paradise, not a third world country.
You think you're the *,
yeah,
you're better than the rest?
You don't wanna risk death.
Stay in the heat of the moment,
PR's known for getting malicious.
More * issues than a penthouse.
Still,
I'm staying ambitious,
so I won't be washing dishes.
Won't be working for peanuts.
I'm supposed to be dumping trunks quicker than a mobster's clean up.
I preen up agreement when I'm reaming this rap scene.
The pack's been infected and I'm leaving no vaccine.
The cat's been let out of the bag on you.
Watch the rats run,
so every doubt I had is true.
Got gratitude for many, anyone in my vicinity.
Battered and bruised,
the egos wanted to * finish me.
Who?
I shoulda knew that you would scoop to the lowest part.
* animals treating this scene like it's Noah's Ark.
Know your heart's in the wrong place.
There's enough room for top crews and
hippies out at ramen about mushrooms.
Don't even start if you're thinking you will bust through.
Opie's an SBX kill and it's a * must do.
You think your * don't stink?
You better think twice.
All I see is soft pussies like a pair of pink pipes.
You think I shouldn't sing and just bring it to a roar?
But I'm bored of the wars and the way that you record.
You think you're in a struggle,
thinking that you're hungry?
You live in paradise, not a third world country.
You think you're the *?
Yeah, you're better than the rest.
You don't wanna risk death.
9
to 5,
works monotony,
trying to survive and serve the economy.
Obese crew, burn methodically.
Terminology experts, learn it properly.
Pegs and draft, inspire passionate people.
Live from the motherfucking axis of evil,
where fascists upheaval is war against terror.
How many gotta die for George's vendetta?
Born September, the devil's advocate.
Fear campaigns and mental arrogance have governments sold out.
Nothing sacrilege except the Catholic Church and corporate affluence.
Worse than liver disease, addiction to speed.
Powers like smack for the rich and elite.
We nurse the illest and seize with distinction.
We breed untraceable tracks from west to the east.
Possibly, you might try snobbity.
But obviously, boy, you ain't thinking properly.
Possibly,
you might try snobbity.
But my philosophy is to keep the * poppin'.
You think your * don't stink?
You better think twice.
All I see is soft pussies like a pair of pink pipes.
You think I shouldn't sing and just bring it to a roar?
But I'm bored of the wars and the way that you record.
You think you're in a struggle,
thinking that you're hungry?
You live in paradise, not a third world country.
You think you're the *?
Yeah, you're better than the rest.
You don't wanna risk death.