Esoteric, representin' in my home territory
Boston, rock the house
[Reks]
Enter my tea party, mind ya manners
My fingertips flip more alphabets than Vanna
Raisin' the banner, count em' sixteen, it seems y'all MCs forget
We got to have it but we can't have it yet
After the Reks number seventeen
Follow, I swallow and spit bobbles
Like the hollow tips, shatter ya dreams a mass lotto
Northern border slaughter runnin' up
B-O-S-T-O in the state to blow the whole planet when we flow
Skydivin' off the Prudential like I'm demented
Cause I chill with all these drunk MCs who schizophrenic
Reks and Eso mix like Terry Glenn and Bledsoe
Pass complete, E how the rest go
[Esoteric]
Yo, we breakin' necks of these space cadets
Makin' threats, J and Reks make checks and star-laced cassettes
My rap style whoops MCs like a crack vile
You suck vibe, like whitey duck five
Up inside march the mass, rap and talkin' trash
Cats in body caskets
Don't have to ask when it come to rippin'
Just chill, I fit the bill
Fit the skill from that abandoned hill
I know you sucker ducks wanna join in my fleet
When ya see me in the Lex swingin' up the street
Straight destroyin' the Bean, you could learn from this
Esoteric and Reks, two microphone mass murderers
It's ya man Mr. J-live
And it's ya man Sahdeeq I be a household name
[J-Live]
In New York we conquer like Ghengis, with no need to con
Straight up and down like ya head when the beat's on
Infiltration camp just like Marine recon
And kick ass with cleets on, dangerous to sleep on
Like cats with matress but you put the sheets on
Equipped with the lost by stewards from dusk till dawn
In other words, you made ya bet so lie in it
Career-wise the sleek shall now be infinite
I punk and pro-name from proper to pronoun
Cause we chase clowns from Medina to Beantown
Whatever's left, let my man Reks shut it down
Cause they banned from both spots, yo Shabaam how that sound
[Shabaam Sahdeeq]
It sounds monstrous, most MCs poposterous
Wearin' hoes in they straw like rhinocerous
In BK, we quick to light shit like phospherous
Leave ya burnin' like a witch huh, screamin' like a bitch huh
Ride till you die like a kid in a hearse
Slummin' a verse, leavin' layin' under a nurse
Worst flow I heard since rappin' dukes flute
If we was on a plane I'd push you out the cargo chute
With a parachute, full of dishes, best of wishes bitches
Bater up this rap game's all hits and misses
Keep it cookin' like kitchens
And lace y'all fools with the fixins
Start up ya engine, I'll race y'all niggas till the endin'
That's all that matters
Pacewon
It's Young Z I gets high off ends
Represent it in my home territory
Straight out of Jersey, you heard me
[Pacewon]
Yo, nigga been jayed, Redman and El De Sensai
Ballers hit the club every Wednesday
Flossin' love us, tall boy dizzy off of us
Chillin' on Chancellor right by Ruckers
Check it, CEO see me blow
Man with more friends than the TV show
Like milk, got a creamy flow
Easy yo, roll like C3-PO
Kidnap the president, don't leave evidence
Body get injured don't use medicine
Even if I'm guilty, step off innocent
Born in Brooklyn, now a North citizen
[Young Z]
Look, a motherfuckin' stoned crook
Erase ya whole family name right out the phone book
Accident, is you kiddin' me
We enemies, I blast them niggas delibrently
In North, it's lil' niggas on the creep
I'll take Jigga's rims and sell that shit to Bleek
Run yo mouth they catch you in the street
With the 4-5 out just smacked you to sleep
Yeah, he ain't know def is real
Yeah, half a Sweet up in Bed it's real
Yeah, all y'all talkin' slick
It's Bricks motherfucker get off my dick
Danja Mowf...Lonnie B.
Represent
[Danja Mowf]
Hey yo, my words get around like he say, she say
When I rhyme and connect the lines like freeway
Tried to be the most def like I'm from BK
But I'm Danja Mowf, Down South from the VA
Since I came I been in the game like EA
When I had gazelle and the snake skin BK's
Now I run around niggas like I was a freeway
Get up in they ass so fast I should be gay
Don't give a fuck and keep talkin' like BJ
Talk shit but I back it up like a DJ
VA nigga what, make it look easy
As I pass the mic to Lonnie B. watch what he say
[Lonnie B.]
I got something for all y'all who like to battle niggas for fame
VA gon' tear y'all other spots out of the frame
My name alone will have you gaspin'
I be dashin' through ya lines like a running back in action
Head crackin' wack rappers like Bo Jackson
Ya out for lifetime, never deal with ya right rhymes
Face who, I'll make ya hold ya breath till ya face blue
Ya whole crew gon' look like Smurfs when I'm through
I'll go on and on like Erykah
Maybe next lifetime I'll be scared of ya
But right now I'm ahead of ya
Out the hucket bucket, ya funeral when they bury ya
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Am I a good man?)
(Am I a fool?)
Am I a fool, y'all?
Yo, nigga this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts
The innovations in a state of lax
My click clack tongie attack tracks
Like Rihanna spreads gonorrhea
Chris Brown beats the blacks on her peeper
Give me freedom of speech to speak either
That'll send these MC's to meet Aaliyah
Free my flow, fever my soul seeker
Little more they T-Pain and Wayne in my speaker
My brain's in bleechers, thinkin with the fans
Reks defeats his stretch like Lil' Kim's features
Or Superhead's cheek, for the rappers that are weak
All these rappers over beats, scary as jeepers creepers
Jesus piece took 'cause you look hard
But shook his knees like Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas
Nigga this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth, when Reks in the booth
Freedom is met and necessary hourly for you
Bewary when R. Kelly in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren, peein' on the chil'ren
Nigga this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts, Reks the black Aristotle
With bottles of beer in the backpack
I follow the cheers of the stairs to the stage
Had it up to here with the ways
Where cool kids turn to men in days
These fuckin' hipsters spits are fakes
And tight pants for girls or gays
Mama, I chew when your son spit rage
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be free like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades, covered in semen from Aids
Cover razor blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, writin fugaze
My mic shall ignite a blaze
Simon say, shoot yourself in the face
Fuckin disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga this nigga that, check, yo!
Nigga this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
Someone tell these dudes to rap
Over statik seleck beats, I'm too deep to be dumb to fact
I come from the tracks where they slumber and slackin'
Reks suggest you shut your motherfuckin' trap
'Cause you don't rap you advertisin'
Clothin' lines and since when is that dope rhymin'
You screamin' no homo, but that's so homo
Such a no, no, please swallow the fo' fo'
Someone tell Kanye West to keep his clothes on
And if Wayne E.T.ish than tell him phone home
Nigga this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap cats
With they slave mind state fact
Their crime rates increasin' police policin' Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang where you chase American dreams
It's where you get chased by badge and the high beams
My dreams to awake and find fiends
Dressed in three piece suits, addicts livin' they life clean
But I mean, this ain't 'gon happen, be happy it seems
We free dumb, um, I mean
Not to disrespect teens who chase black cream
But black cream bloody from the backs of black teens
Like Emmitt till we get it we sing, we sing, we sing
Am I a good man? Am I a fool?
He looking for answers, too many men lie
Get them fools a million chances, look them in they eyes
But they lookin to the side, to the floor, to the sky
They are poison, they are cancer, demons on display
See em diggin in your pockets, fillin in the rockets
Trigger cock back, pop top,
See them sit up in the shotgun, gasing, got none
Spending in your cash, up chop
Chop it up with you, fuck with you, whenever you got
When you ain't, they ain't around
Clowns vanish on the spot
Ain't that nad, nigga where
Where you when I needed you?
Spending simple g in 2, scared I see the greed in you
Should have been about this moment,
I came out with my cam in hand
But I doubt it, stay the same
What about it, caron change
What would you do, if you were me?
And I was you
Hard to trust a soul now, too many a faults
Disappear drama go down, karma do the waltz
Dancing around the issues, forget you bounce
Tata, adios, au revoir
Nigga be out, know you wanna skate from the quick escape
Plan it dip anyway, go hide your face
All the nigga wait, enemy at gate, gonn take my plate then run away
It's the way of the world, carry weight of the world
Haters hate, lovers love, you get a form of it for sure
I should have known it occur, when we were so called friends
Dynasty, minus me, nap troop,
Shining the end,
I'm gonna get you, hug you, kiss you, fuck you
If you think I miss you, can't mess with you in the fake love
Karma see the bitch in you
If you were me, and I was you
Tomorrow not promise us, yesterday the past
Ain't no future in your fronting dog, how long can you last?
All I ask is a hundred yo, such an easy task
To be real, just to be real before I put you on blast
Niggas so fake, snakes, I see they hate from miles away
Bullshit that left behind, bad friend become smelly from the fake
Funny way, they display, they emotion like a bitch
They devotion like a snitch, they approachin with a kiss
Put the dagger in yoru back, good thing I prepared for this
So much deepr than the rap, only facts I see exist
Y'all so selfish, can't help but shut with your devilish intent
Fellowship extend from brotherhood exemp
What would you do, if you were me?
I mean who is supposed to trust?
Same people we always trust
F*ck you mister politician, don't wanna listen?
Nothing you plan to offer can get me out my position
mama still in the hospital, bad read it in her head spinnin'
poppin' the pain killers, fed from a tool listen
don't give a f*ck if you ain't his views and different
I'ma have to pay for my sons school tuition
learning, he won't probably views, third shipped in the worse condition
I sort of missed them days of Bill Clinton
Bill gettin' seen the stack up to the ceiling
I find that appealing, stead of this bullshit you're dealing,
Cards are even odds, are even hard,
mama pray to Lord keep belivin' in God
and for..maybe not, but we're not gettin off for these blocks,
were to act, get in dark in hell in cop, the barely pop,
born in position, we put it hard to avoid and the devil knows just where do employ.
Shit!
Hook:
Who were you gonna trust, I said them it's simple mathematics,
number one public enemy with the pan passion
I become the only one you can rely on,
'cause I don't lie tune, one hundred pure.
Who were you gonna trust, I said them it's simple mathematics,
number one public enemy with the pan passion
I become the only one you can rely on,
'cause I don't lie tune, one hundred pure.
Okay your lections over.. is a nigga shit,
races America yeah you gotta deal with it,
you don't even like to have this white,
so you really gotta hate my black ass insight alright
big lip, big nose, black I'm so proud,
all over you two but the fact in your press of child,
got little Johhny with bell and yell and f*ck the system
you wanna bark get some stuck in this private prisons
'cause niggas getting flip like hot cakes,
legal favorite free it's better than what that coky made,
man, you witness in the legacy
the south been reason the state new..
..above their shit, deepin in the zip party
you don't know oh boy you'd better ask somebody
enemy invisible, ring the alarm, I sing
I sing, they strike like when I hit the..
I wanted to rock them three stripes, Timbs, and Nikes
Momma told me when I'm older I'll experience life
But now it's all grey hairs
Thought I was old enough then to know wrong from right
Momma told me when I'm older that I might see the light
But now it's all grey hairs
I pop bottles and read the good book
Cuz soon they'll be hollering
We made travels like Gulliver
Used to be kings like Solomon
Then became slaves like Tubman and then
Government wanna us see us running like Harriet
To avoid the establishment
Of prison cell blocks
Little shorties come out of the womb, ready to sell rocks
Rock charms, Jesus Christ pendant covered in ice
I guess my only advice
Is watch jewels, gems, come with a price
It's such an identity crisis
How we can cop new bank gear
Not care what the price is
Jesus hang from a cross and now he hang from your neck
Still no respect, dont' know who Christ is
We are living in times of the most critical kind
Grey hairs got visible lines
Can you sense it that hopes is missing
That the focus isn't there any longer children
Being raised by a new age
They listen to the beat and nod
Disregard thoughts written
They walking dead around us pimping
And our mission is no longer to reach within 'em
Our mission should be now to decrease the tension
But instead we just give in to nature
Label hate us cuz we don't let the radios make us different
Getting grey hairs from all of that anger building
I'd be lying if I said I ain't aging and sensing
A bit of change in my ageless wisdom
What are we to do now
For the patient victims
Who just wish music would return to its senses
That we at some point would respect our mission
And give back to rap, the greatest invention
Hip-hop influences raised me
Say, for instance, Jay-Z said the streets is watching
So I kept on driving, head bobbing crazy
Though the couple in the next car upset
They couldn't make me
Turn the volume down, my volume up
And I'm a ride 'round town
Blast that volume, WHAT?!
But these days, these kids really don't give fuck
Listening to Dip Set, now they sticking you up
Take every rhyme literal, YEP!
They more criminal, PLUS
It's more reality to kill for a buck
When it's a part of the beautiful music I love
They iPods full of G-Unit, the best thugs
Next club, everybody in the cipher rhyming
Out to get rich and die trying
Dark clouds keep us out of the grey
Gotta unlearn
and really concern
My nuh seem in coming the seduction
discussing who to trust in the clutch
and nobody was in the world we know
burning them ashes pass finger tips
finally gips the glass I sip
the energy the glasses split
have the have not the have not rot
the have benefits who we drop
fifty crops and cockin and they forgottin
no blocks was sign to gun shots
a long pot how is this stop
limit the option the video depth
brand nigga flash like it was.with privilege.
segment of imagination level
the generation that to knowledge I have a pass of.
too psychological less is over Adams apple
soldiers blast to fill the cap when the glory
do not democracy make to fill the asshole rap
so my mind free and we defeat my scenes
believe lesson was heard third
Hook:
Fuck what you heard, forget what you knew
time to unlearn system we boo
telling you the truth or is it lies
blaming is the truth but all their lies
Fuck what you heard, forget what you knew
time to unlearn system we boo
telling you the truth or is it lies
blaming is the truth but all their lies
Keep letting them folks lie to me
dime the beat harder their coat
I say fuck em all standing.
me and the polk say you have a better chance at the pearly gates
.he clean any dirty slay
and when it angst. me white Jesus
black and keep em like death that's how I lead scissors
can't help.somebody for us unbelievers
see I ain't facing for the.and mister.
just not enough heroes to make enough feel like zeroes
my school ain't have make no things use.
no make the.grass no conversation on the willy.
and honey moon is in a happy day, shit is not a music
no black neighbors if moved in
the house value the.is the climb
gotta unsee be not blind
[Hook:]
All the power hungry money control the active
fire for space before time .
come is so collapses I home captive to stay we care as aspect
with selfish and they just pure fat kid
this last verse for my son to hit
'cause when my son's in need
upon the bleeding heart they love to feed
getting when you down with this.
so why you apologize for that for being sons and man
even they call em off the stare without a cold the active
the role is.to leave us desperate
.the help is never met with.mind is never ever find
.focused on have a shit but we voted for.
and got a piece for their land
.a damn if we do what we don't
we're not American fan until this world I brought you
he what I taught you decide even .the land
R.E.K.S.
[Scratch Chorus]
"As far as rap go" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"Times have changed" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
It's the
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
It's the
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
"Stages" - Guru
"As far as rap go" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"Times have changed" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"I spent time in the game" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"What defines my name" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
It's the
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
It's the
"Stages" {echo}- Large Professor 'One Plus One'
"Stages" - Guru
[Verse One]
Ayo, once upon a time when no C.E.O.'s
Before cassette, CDs and MP3 downloads
There lived
Corner ciphers, writers who craft flows
Snipers tagged up on the iron horse doors
Talkin' way back, before platinum replaced gold
Goin' through the stages, the phases of hip hop
Niggas threw they dukes up, beefin' with they foes
Cheeba they would blow to the ceilin' in them old days
Before they rocked Gucci shades or them throwbacks
We need the soul back, waitin' on the days
It was VCR, Kodak, hi-top fades
Seein' rap age with no respect for the old cats
Birth of an art form before the age of the dot com
Classic boom bap lead the hard on
Stages we go through
Old school to the new
Seein' the past in the present day view
[Scratch Chorus]
"As far as rap go" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"Times have changed" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
It's the
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
It's the
"Stages" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
"Stages" - Guru
"As far as rap go" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"Times have changed" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"I spent time in the game" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"What defines my name" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
It's the
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
It's the
"Stages" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
"Stages" - Guru
[Verse Two]
Yo, once upon the present
Evident how the game shift lane
We try to adapt as time change
The majors in peril, the Internet the devil
And the answer to, "Who got next?" now in the stereo
Bezel's replace time clocks on the necklace
Then Nas went reckless, handin' us rap's burial
Everyone you know either rap or in production
When past rap discussion, y'all cats be frontin'
No respect for those who paved ways to make this a billion dollar business
I feel y'all should witness
A rebirth, with each verse I give it
Advisory lyrics
Distribute middle fingers to the censors
Since it's senseless to say niggas, will pick respect, over image
Fact over fiction
Past division from east to west, lead to homicide
These modern times have me lost in my mind
[Scratch Chorus]
"As far as rap go" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"Times have changed" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
It's the
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
It's the
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
"Stages" - Guru
"As far as rap go" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"Times have changed" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"I spent time in the game" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"What defines my name" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
It's the
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
It's the
"Stages" {echo}- Large Professor 'One Plus One'
"Stages" - Guru
[Verse Three]
Ayo, once upon the future I see it through telescopes
They want me to be calm and chill, tell 'em "nope"
I am hope for what lacks in rap
Reks is actually that piece missin' division
Bringin' what really matters back
Open your cataracts
See focus is quarterbacks in forth quarters, where your true rappers at?
They told 'em, "You can never come back to run rap, you had your chance."
Did an advance, Reks you washed up
Watch the show off for Showoff, mop up
Your butt with your so so bars till they so so large
Professor's flow so beyond
Cranium walls, you catch the next rhyme on the rewind
Your mind on the decline
We shine like the bling on the v-line
Or sweater vest's, Reks is next on the feline
Childhood to adolescence to where we met
"Stages and phases" - Large Professor
Age is experience
[Large Professor talking]
Yeah, R-E-K-S. Large Profess and Statik Selek. What it is?
[Scratch Chorus]
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
It's the
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
"As far as rap go" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"Times have changed" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"I spent time in the game" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"What defines my name" - Nas 'Nas Is Like'
"'Cause one day you're A and the next you may,
have a brand new topic and see a new way" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
"Stages and phases that we go through" - Large Professor 'One Plus One'
Yeah Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em
Kill em 'til they're dead
Got a murderous plot that I jotted on my journal it is hot
There is much I can learn you
I'mma murder murder rap
Murder he wrote I kill em 'til they're dead
Off with these rappers' heads
Termanology dead, Skyzoo dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
Why live let them die I kill em willing
Try feeling sympathetic for Blu
Like poor Blu, Poor you, cup of acid
Drink splashes think as if killing rappers is so fantastic
Statik hurry let's get this track mastered fast kid
Murder he wrote leaving they throat slashes
Mad sick, I fuckin hate dope rappers
If you ain't made it big I'm killin you, ridicule
Anyone without whips and bitches in they videos
Little Brother dead, Elzhi dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
I is sick in the brain, R.E. cocaine kid
Had a talk with my conscience my conscience said
"Reks kill em kill em kill em"
Hello, Torae what's in your double barrel?
Please don't shoot first
I have to reload to blast you
Raps'll make me so unpopular
I wonder if Jean Grae will let me sit on top of her
Strangle life out of her
I've got some songs I
Really like to play for you
Amazing tunes, in em I'm talking about blazin dudes
JFK dead, Brother Ali dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
I am so fed up with the underground rap shit
Here Statik help me put Poison Pen in this casket
Krumbsnatcha don't be dramatic
I gotta light these matches
To burn your body into ashes
How do I blast this murder he wrote for the masses
Bye bye Jay Electronica see you on the other side
I'mma kill my own crew, Chi Knocks and Lucky Dice
Cali dead, John Hope dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
See I came up with this record
For rappers who neglected
Don't take it as hate
Cause they love it when you dead kid
Head is deranged, sick and insane
Gargle this bleach, target is me
Lower bullets and aim
Now you're all dead and Reks dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
I could swallow these pills
And sleep on the way to heaven
Make my child a bastard on the way to hell
I told you Papa didn't preach good lovin
So I learned to hate from a well
The industry we now know don't got room for creativity
Me against the world, trust it's no party
‘Cause all that glitters ain't gold
Been down them lonely roads where the nights get cold
When we was kids we used to say
“Oh the places we'll go
Oh the places we'll go
We'll go so many places”
Could it be the world's grown colder? (So cold)
Maybe I'm a losing soul (Well maybe I can't win)
The more I try, it just gets harder (So hard)
And my pain is getting old
Somebody said that nothing lasts forever
Just the storm so I've been told
But it seems that when it rains, it pours
What becomes of a born loser?
I used to believe I was conceived to be king
Mommy was a drug user
Daddy died young, as a son I have seen
Many nights where he abused her
He was just a teen, and she was just a teen
When I was brought into their life hula
Hoop of deceit and lies
My poor bleeding eyes
Used to watch Nikki on the scooter
A daughter with no father may never realize
A man's touch, a man's trust, scrutinized
You either treat her like your queen or your bitch, right?
It used to light up my life until the bills weren't paid, and day became night
‘Zay became like my big brother
He would hand me down ‘nough hand-me-downs, get me through a few summers
Daddy didn't preach good loving
Just about the time Momma had me in the oven
I was something in the making
Praising Momma raised a boy through the dramas of a Papa's leaving
I'm a believer in Karma
So when Daddy died of AIDS, complicated days of a young and
Coming of age, I'm in a daze
Let me cut straight through the chase
I lived it, no twistin' it
Christmas was gifts from the gov'ment
Watching my Momma plummet
Baby boo in her stomach, womb
By the stove in the winters
Heart cold in the summers, summers
Couldn't fight the belly rumbles
Humble beginnings were mine
Family lying, uncle dying
Time and time again head to that Welfare line
A ladder to climb through hard times
Momma got the lupus in her bones
Roof is caving in like the upper support's gone
Move to the South, still Massachusetts home
So through the sunshine, the heart is a cold zone
Harder to pen storms through wind storms
When Com. Sense said Borrow a Dollar, economy was strong
Now we try to borrow tomorrow to get from
Yesterday's somber with limited income
Outcome: We out of luck and some
Hence I'm living from buck-to-buck
Fuck what Clinton, Bush, and Obama do
Politicians got us in the hole I just can't fit my Momma through
It's possible to do impossible, but by pursuit of proper route
Obstacles, keep writing and cock and shoot
“who got the loot” like Notorious B.I.,
[Intro] [Reks talking]
Primo. Reks. Long time coming. Listen!
[Verse One]:
I think they want the new P.E now
Ice Cube, Nigga With An Attitude now
They want a dude who's immune to the Rules
Short fuse, aiming at Q, Bishop on the roof now
They want me to say; Fuck who in the game
If your the best rapper alive, then Reks insane
I think Preme's insane, best producer alive
Me upon the track is like needles to the veins
Like burners to the brain
Suicide chest, playing suicide king
My aim when I came was to bring back the Gang Starr audio reign
No longer R-E-K-S, it's R-E-Cocaine
Y'all on the way out, Reks on the way in
East coast boom bap, PM to the AM
Opinion on my rap, delivery propane
Rhythmatic, eternal king, supreme, remember the name
REKS!
[Scratch Chorus]
Big Pun "Say Goodnight"
Rakim "Drop the mic you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done"
Xzibit "Dropping bows on 'em, I like to catch them
While they slippin'"
Big Pun "Say Goodnight"
Rakim "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done"
50 Cent "I'm serious man, I'm so sincere"
[Verse Two]:
Rockabye, pop rapper to sleep, heavenly conscious
Melodies monstrous, R's one hell of an artist
Syllable dart smith, lyrical bars pimp caution
Beware of close proximity cause conflicts
Even through all this
Garbage, nonsense, media sponsors
I'm gonna spit the raw shit, regardless
My thoughts in cockpit
Steering past and judge through the darkness
While nerds be writing blurbs in office
I am return of the legendary, duck through the cemetery
Soul of the ghost in my bones, so I never worry
UHH, I think they want the new Makaveli
I can really feel the pains and the strains to my belly
Hunger gettin' deadly, ain't a killer, don't tempt me
Fill the booth cause the youth mental fridge on empty
Opinion on my rap, the flow's ether, the soul seeker
Born leader, R-E-K-S remember the name
[Scratch Chorus]
Big Pun "Say Goodnight"
Rakim "Drop the mic you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done"
Xzibit "Dropping bows on 'em, I like to catch them
While they slippin'"
Big Pun "Say Goodnight"
Rakim "Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done"
50 Cent "I'm serious man, I'm so sincere"
[Verse Three]:
Yo, I think i wanna kill Bill O'Riley
187 G-Dub, peel wheels on dunallis
Mommy I'm sorry, but when these dudes rap
I be thinkin' that I should pull a Shyne in the party
Nickel nine in the audience of weak rap shows
I never needed guns, but as my stress grows
Need that East-swag back, a new West coast
80% of the new South rap shit blows
Now the Midwest, shinin', respect to grindin'
But turn up my face, the bullshit rap-whinin'
UHH, say goodnight to the industry, DJ Premier sentenced me
To prepare, something lethal for they ears
Here it is for the people, compare me to no other artist
I swear no equals, I hear their public opinion
On my rap, say the future of the game
Top 10 D.O.A. - Reks, remember the name
[Scratch Chorus]
Big Pun "Say Goodnight"
Rakim "Drop the mic you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done"
Xzibit "Dropping bows on 'em, I like to catch them
While they slippin'"
Big Pun "Say Goodnight"
Rakim "Drop the mic, you shoudn't be holding it
This is how it should be done"
[Intro]
This is not for the radio. Yo, you gotta turn your volume all the way up on this one. (This is for the people)
You are now listenin' to the sounds of the one. Reks. (Show Off Records) Statik Selektah.
This song gonna get a lot of people offended. As if I give a fuck. (The one!) (Reks get 'em!)
[Verse One]
I am not a racist, but I do not believe in equality
Nigga, spic, honky, follow me
Now that I got your attention, bitch you can swallow me
I can give a fuck if you get offended bitch I gotta speak
Nigga this, nigga that, first learn a niggas facts
This entire country been built on black people's backs
This entire country been built on black people's backs
This entire country been built on black people's backs
I am not homophobic but I do not believe in you faggots
Stay in the closet, Catholic priest maggot
Elton John habits
Raised on Bert & Ernie in bathtubs scrubbin' eachother's backs
That's ass backwards
Parents teachin' they kids like R. Kelly and Jackson
Bitches flauntin' bellies cause tight shirt's the fashion
Where the fuck is the guidance, the education, the passion?
Where the fuck is the guidance, the education, the passion?
I am not a gangsta, but I do not believe that you pop shells
Cook coke, bag hoes, got mil's
What have we learned from all the rappers who got killed?
All of this commotion in rap, most of it's not real
Ain't even been on the block as much as you on the block
But we be off the block moment that we had a deal
Said we be off the block moment that we had a deal
Said we be off the block (ONE! ONE! ONE! ONE!)
I am no politician and I do not believe in our government
'Bout Saddam or where Osama went
We know where the soldiers are
Still we keep pourin' on
Pourin' more dead bodies on the dead bodies
And instead of hearin', "Sorry" we get four more years
Of the Bush family killin', ignorin' our tears
When Diddy said, "Vote Or Die", Jada asked the question +Why?+
We sat and watched our brothers fall like Ray Charles did
I am not a rapist, still I believe you can be touched
Get held down and then get crushed
Robbery expert
Believe this a stick-up
Murder the opposition, divergin' the competition
The middle finger still up, fuck the world
Life's a bitch, I feel cause, my bottles half empty
I have not the energy for enemies and such
Half this industry washed up, the other half suck
I am not the Unsigned Hype
I'm the unsigned five mics
I'm B. Knox, Luck Dice, these are the right price
People, I breathe life
The resurrection of two B.I.G.'s, one Pac, one Christ
I am not the devil
I'm speaking from beneath his level tryin' to reach the sunshine like Icarus
Flow still ridiculous
Whole click in syndicate
Spit sentences infinite, to the death
Who am I? Who am I?
[Intro]
Yo. Dear hip hop. (Statik Selektah) Don't take this shit too seriously y'all
Yeah, shit got me stressed out man. I know y'all stressed out too
All y'all sick and tired of this bullshit man.
"His eyes said pray for me
I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully" - Jay-Z 'Dead Presidents II'
[Verse One]
I'm writing this with ether in the lungs
And a burner to the brain
So forgive me if the words come across a bit strange
This a suicide note, last words to the game
Nas was right, shit got to change
Unless we said B.I.G. died in vain
And Pac died in vain
Been too high on rims to see the writin' on the train
How can Lupe complain?
When his Fiasco, at a rap show to honor rap greats is too blame
From rap music dying in a box, sales dying on the charts
The art's missin', it's heart beat stopped
Master P sold us out
Talkin' 'bout I should stop saying "nigga"
Fuck that! They brought this nigga out
This is freedom of speech nigga
The arson's in the house
Burn your white house down with Bush twins on the couch
I ain't come here to +Crank dat+ Joc or +Walk It Out+
Either I'm blind, or hip hop is dyin' in the south
And I love Face, Bun B, Cass and Goodie Mob
But I miss +Scenario+, +Make 'Em Pay+ and +How To Rob+
New York is too blame
Where I'm from, we look to New york for what's poppin'
Now New York's droppin'
And I'm talking everything
No more classic shit
No more +Shook Ones+ to blast in the whip
Com, +I Used To Love H.E.R.+ too, now I'm like fuck this bitch
Rap's old, new Grey Hairs shit
If this is what makes Mims Hot
And this is why I'm not
Put a bullet in my brain, bury me with 2pac
Put a needle in my vein
So I could ride next to Kurt Cobain
Physical will die but the soul will remain
Raps wack too many fake Eminems
Too many white boys, dye there hair blond and try to rhyme like him
Everybody wanna pick up the pen
Try to get in the booth
No motivation, you killing the youth
Bill O'Reily don't respect Jay-Z in no suit
You still a coon in they eyes
I hope you soon realize
Hip hop's aging and I'm at it's side
Tryin' to aid through the ride
Fuck this man
[Outro]
[Intro]
"Let me stay with you, 'til the morning" (Yeah)
"Wakes the night" (R.E.K.S.)
"Just one more night with you (Statik Selektah)
"To help me, see the light" (Oh, this 'bout to be a problem)
Let's go!
[Chorus]
"How can it be so wrong?" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
(They call me Reks)
"Back for the streets" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"When it feels so right" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes" - Jadakiss 'Hip Hop (Remix)'
"You know exactly who these streets belong to" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"How can it be so wrong?" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"You better watch this cat" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"When it feels so right" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"Yes, they say I'm an MC's MC"
"I'ma make you understand why I do what I do" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
[Verse One]
Ayo, the east need they king back so I came to be that
Checkmate the game like chess, I came to seize rap
Never been a name like Reks, best believe dat
Wherever I aim my best, I plant a seed at
I see that
The game has changed but I'm prepared for change
Fans can relax, I won't relapse
This ain't Rekless, and with that said, where the heat at?
Nas said, "Hip hop is dead", they bringin' me back
Like Christ on the third
With the words I'm a throwback
The flows that are picturesque as Kodak
First out the arena like a gladiator
Gettin' at a hater
We the makers of the major moves without the major paper
Quiet as kept, I crept back in
Back flippin' off the roof, a suicide sentence
How do you define 'menace' without mentionin' Reks is a fallacy
Any before me, done, won't fear none after me
That's Genesis
Revelation enemy associate
Whoever get the premonition to fuck with me is over with
It's over for soldiers
Had a nice run but I'm back like spines to remind y'all who the true chosen is
[Chorus]
"How can it be so wrong?" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
(Big Reks)
"Back for the streets" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"When it feels so right" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes" - Jadakiss 'Hip Hop (Remix)'
"You know exactly who these streets belong to" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"How can it be so wrong?" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"You better watch this cat" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"When it feels so right" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"Yes, they say I'm an MC's MC"
"I'ma make you understand why I do what I do" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
[Verse Two]
Ayo, I think I can, no, no I know I can
No need to hold my hand
I got's the upper hand, I am
Son Of Sam Berkowitz
Merciless, rap verbalist
Right on cloud nine to penetrate the Earth with it
Demonstrate superb like verses
You need services?
Ghostwrite your CD if P. Diddy purchases
Hotter than a credited street journalist
Speak murderous bars that cause onslaught to y'all nervousness
Statik, I got beef with your beat
Came to murder it
Rappers got cred on the street, but ain't deservin' it
Sick of all this hip hop beef and fake murderers
Thug claimin', drug slangin', gun bangin' worshipers
2/3 or it ain't real
Peace to third who still
Keep it authentic with a raw feel
The game need a change and my aim to deliver
Until I claim my spot in hip hop's hall of fame
[Chorus]
"How can it be so wrong?" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
(Big Reks)
"Back for the streets" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"When it feels so right" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes" - Jadakiss 'Hip Hop (Remix)'
"You know exactly who these streets belong to" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"How can it be so wrong?" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"You better watch this cat" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"When it feels so right" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"Yes, they say I'm an MC's MC"
"I'ma make you understand" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
[Verse Three]
I think if Pac or Big Poppa was poppin' they poetry, niggas wouldn't eat
Wouldn't be so many rappers killin' on every beat
Wouldn't be so much division 'tween the west and east
Rest in peace
To Punisher, Big L, Eazy E
To MC mean to carry the torch
Guess I be, livin' proof to Stack Bundle before I D.I.E.
We can drink, write songs, get lit like Bob Marley
Hope rap won't be held against me when God call me
R.E.K.S. is prolly the Marcus Garvey of artistry
Warring with leaders to get my people out of poverty
Do the knowledge, too many artists is slaughtering all the speak
History of rap is packed into my arteries
R.E.K.S.
The underground, legendary
Beep, beep, hurry, hurry, MC's need to worry
You in the booth, you best beware
Cause I solemnly swear to be a problem this year
[Chorus]
"How can it be so wrong?" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"Back for the streets" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"When it feels so right" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes" - Jadakiss 'Hip Hop (Remix)'
"You know exactly who these streets belong to" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"How can it be so wrong?" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"You better watch this cat" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
"When it feels so right" - Freda Payne '(See Me) One Last Time'
"Yes, they say I'm an MC's MC"
"I'ma make you understand why I do what I do" - Memphis Bleek 'My Mind Right (Remix)'
