See - sick - eyes - on - off - broke dry - trigger
Taste - dirt - know - on - off - stand - blood - lied
Water - scar - flesh - on - off - watch - will - used
(You leave more cancers than you have yourself)
(Nothing to resist - they know no other)
Maaan, you got a problem Nick
(Nah you got a problem Oak)
[Chorus 1: x2]
You gotta stop smokin weed in the morning Nick
You really gotta stop doin that shit (that shit)
Because you're always talkin bout how you gonna quit
Well now you gotta deal with it
[Verse One]
Check it out
The alarm went off, around a quarter to nine
My eyes were stuck shut so I was pretty much blind
But my nose was workin so it was already defeat
See I was sellin some herb, to make ends meet
And the smell was sweet (sweet) so so sweet
I'll just take a little hit to put some movement in my feet
Slow movement, slowly got me out of bed
And quickly put me in the kitchen fryin eggs and bread
Watchin "Divorce Court" instead of class at ten
But I knew I wouldn't make it before class'd begin
Hopped in the shower and (yeah) after a half an hour
of deep concentration and my own meditation
it was time for motivation the way Cali knows how
Again it's the third time in three hours
And the phone rings, and it was my man Raoul
He said he wanna smoke a blunt before school, I said, "Cool"
Swooped through the spot I don't got class 'til two
where I wasted my time but I slept for a few
My next, I think that I slept right through
And I was still feelin sleepy skipped the last one too
Then I snapped at my girl, forgot to call my mother
Started actin like a dick and really pissed off my brother
(then it's) home by three wantin my MTV
Sayin I'm stoppin this shit, startin next week
[Interlude]
Man (f'real) you're not gonna stop
(Aw c'mon man you're one to talk, look at you, cause you, y-you)
[Chorus 2: x2]
You gotta stop havin sex with your ex Big Oak
You gotta really stop doin that shit (that shit)
Cause you're always talkin bout how you gonna quit
Well now you gotta deal with it
[Verse Two]
Yeah I know but see it's easier, and I'm a lazy guy
So I'd rather sit at home and touch my ex-girl's thigh
Shit, she's hella cute and the sex is great
So there's no reason to go out and make my next mistake
with some girl that's probably gonna shoot me down anyway
We all know how it goes in L.A. don't we fellas?
So my choice is the booty call, don't be jealous
And don't pretend like you haven't done the same thing
Get with the same ring on your phone after you broke up
It was your ex-girl and now she wants to hook up
If you said you didn't do it then you lied
No guy has that much willpower in his mind
I know I don't, I'm a sucker for it
And now she's got me callin her when I need a good hit
She pulls right up to my place lookin sexy and shit
But then right after we're done I'm always regrettin it
So how'm I gonna quit? I'm a picky man
At least I don't hit on my cousin like Steely Dan
[phone] Aiyyo wait, hold up, let me check the caller ID
Yep it's her, I'll be back in about twenty
(Hahhhhhhh! I'll be back in about twenty. Go hit that!)
[Verse One]
I think I'm gonna snap one of these days
One of these days, I'ma snap into a rage, in half
I think I'm gonna snap somebody, for real
I feel I gotta slap somebody
And I don't know, if I'm losin my patience
or the world's gettin more difficult than it was before
But people seem dumber, prices are higher
My wallet got thin and now the straights are dire
And it's all really startin to get to me
I feel like one ingredient inside the recipe
And the rest of me, is fallin off to the bone
like leprosy, everything starts to pester me
So I hide behind stacks of bills
And the cracked windshield of my automobile
That's why everything gets more distorted than it seems
My girl tellin me that I'm havin hoop dreams
Now we're arguin again (damn) I take a hit
and turn the volume up to ten and run with no direction
And only hopes of an escape
But it's like runnin in circles on a twelve inch plate
They say, to be insane is when you do the same
and get the same results and still do it again
They say, to be insane is when you do the same
and get the same results, check it, check check it out
[Chorus]
Turned on my VCR, same one I had for years
Turned on my stereo the static hurts my ears
I sit in my old car, same one I had for years
Battery's been runnin down for years and years and years
[Verse Two: Takbir]
Yo, I'm sick of bein confused and always gettin my hopes up
Spin the barrel twice and put it back in my holster
Diamond in my confidence watch three (?) as
I'm blockin in my passion for rappin it's all provacative
This is how it is if you hate havin jobs
If you wait then you strong if you fake then you gone
The fiasco of cash flow, makin me laugh
So I throw on my costume while swingin my lasso
Steak for the butcher shop, weightin to slay
A nice meal 'til they cookin raw paper mache
So last but not peace I dropped a few lines
in the book of thought ingredients passin through time
[Chorus]
Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit
If you can't deal, with, it
Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit
If you can't deal, with, it
[Verse Three]
Yo, yo, yo
It's been a long time since my brain felt peace
It's this and it's that but not me
Or is it, all the think to thought makes me (?)
With my fingernails with no guilt makes a visit
I wish I was ten years old again (why?)
Cause back then I wasn't so picky about my friends
Plus I'd rather worry about which toy I want next
than havin to worry about my rent check
See man, don't you understand?
You have to beat the system, before you make demands
And that's all fine and dandy for the time being
But I'm sick of payin bills with money I'm never seein (help!)
Damn computer screen makes my eyes hurt
I hate givin up my time, that's why I'm always late for work
At least fifteen minutes (hurry up)
Cause I need the snooze bar the way Popeye needs his spinach
I hate when the little things become big things
and the big things become bigger things
That's when I simply shut my eyes, and cover my ears
Same thing I've done for years
[Chorus]
[x2]
Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit
If you can't deal, with, it
Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit
[Chorus 1: Nick Fury]
My name is Tonya - my name is Nick
My name is Diana - my name is Nick
My name is Sarah - my name is Nick
And whaddya take me for, the last kid to get picked?
[Chorus 2: Big Oak]
My name is Diana - my name is Oak
My name is Tonya - my name is Oak
My name is Sarah - my name is Oak
Now whaddya take me for, the little local funny joke?
Now, why is that? Why do I get passed by?
It's not like I have a peg leg and a glass eye
I'm a nice guy, but that's my curse
We all know that they say that's last and the jerks finish first
See I don't get that, it makes no sense to me
I'm not stocky so the girls won't even mention me?
Shit, I'm no J. Crew model
But my mind can offer you more than that beer in your bottle
Plus, I can tell you a lot more about life
than some smuck who wears a see-through jersey and packs a knife
Or some jerk that will talk you out of your panties
in a half an hour, and then forget your name in half that time
My name is Oak, my profession is to talk in rhyme
But when it comes to talkin to girls I'm at the back of the line
Because I'm nice, the girls think I'm harmless
The shallow guys with cash, those are their targets
The good thing is, I talk to lots of girls
But it always heads straight to the friend zone
More often than the Rams get to the end zone
Which makes it difficult to get to the bed zone
But I'm not gonna change, I'll always be the same
I've had a couple of girls, that understood my game
So I've had some success here, to all the dimes of the world
I'm coming for you next year
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 1]
[Nick Fury]
See I'm, five-seven and a little bit more
I got a, head of hair that the girls adore
I never call them a bitch slut skeezer or whore
At least never to their face and if I did they deserved it
But, I got class so I'm holdin the door
I guess I must be the doorman cause I'm gettin ignored
I'm the nice guy except for the new tattoo
And the small criminal record startin back in high school
But because these reasons, seems we exist in different seasons
Yours range from cold to freezin
That's what your back told me as you walked right by
But I've been watchin too closely and I figured out why
I need to, grab your arm when you first walk in
I need to check out other girls while we're talkin
I'll never, call you back ever tell you how I feel
I see that's the way to get 'em - keepin it real
These L.A. girls man they're all the same
There must be somethin bout surroundin 'em with fortune and fame
That's why I sit in the back just a little bit lifted
Eyes a little shut, mind a little more gifted
Now she's talkin shit, I got a chip on my shoulder?
Always hang around with all these people that are older
Mind your own business, that's what I told her
And simple as that, she's takin orders like a soldier
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
"Just remember my rhyme, just remember my rhyme!" [x3]
[Will Smith] "Take heed to my rhyme and get the hell away!"
[Big Oak]
Straight out the box it be Oak and don't expect me to choke
When I'm backed by a beat that straight rocks
I ain't no joke and I suggest you check out what I wrote
Cause I'm funkier than three day old socks
That's how I'm living, Oak catches wreck? That's a given
I want the whole thing, not the crumbs like a pigeon
These days I'm not impressed by nothing anymore
Cause I probably seen it
Or heard it
Or done it
Or watched it
Or read about it or I heard somebody shout it
Or I listened to some gossip 'bout some cats that mighta lost it
Mind your own and worry what's behind your own door
And you can check us when we go back on tour
We're off the hook the like your phone when you're fucking
We aim our words at your dome, best be ducking
You dug your own hole that you're now stuck in
And all these dummies that keep sleeping get tucked in
[chorus]
Do what you want
Say what you want
Feel what you want
It don't matter to us
Talk all you want
Shout all you want
Doubt all you want
It don't matter to us
[x1]
[Nick Fury]
I'm sick of wishin' for the good old days
My mission?
Put some fun back in the stage and shut up my own bitchin'
See I been there done it, twice times a hundred
God mad regroup while most of y'all fronted
These days I don't stay blunted by choice
I can breath a lot better standing higher Royce
And you 'betcha they won't know what to thing 'bout the
And just wait till you see me I'ma make y'all believe me
I'm an underground veteran, twenty three and better than
Ninety nine point nine percent, it's unsettling
We're underrated, while the undeserved will get un
Done, it's done, that shit is absurd, but
Actions speak louder than complaints and and claims
We're here for good so don't mistake the name
It's the L E, X I, C O, N,
It ain't even close to over, it's about to begin
[chorus]
[Nick Fury]
These days, I'm thinking things gotta change, I said
These days, I'm thinking things gotta change, I said
These days, I'm thinking things gotta change, I said
These days, I'm thinking things gotta change, I said
These days
Do what you want to
Say what you want to
Feel all you want to
To To To...
Talk all you want to
Shout all you want to
Doubt all you want to
To To To...
[Big Oak]
Yo, steppin' to the L is disastrous
[Nick Fury]
These days, the girls no longer passin' us
[Big Oak]
Went from no praise at all to miraculous
[Nick Fury]
Sooner or later they'll be naming cities after us
[Big Oak]
Better step up and come prepared if you want to try to claim a piece
Shit, as I write this I'll be thinkin' bout my next release
[Nick Fury]
The L will rock the system, ride the rhythm, standing tall
Keep talkin' madness, we'll keep ignoring y'all
[Nick Fury]
I got the crowd gathered round like it's fight, night
Minor leaguers stay at home with your night, light
Because I'm quite, tight
They seen that Fury knows how to rock the mic, right
And get a right, right
And a true, that
After I rock your whole crew gives me a few, daps
They all really seem to love the way I do, that
But I knew, that
It's the same exact reason that your crews, lack
Aiyyo who dat?!
[Ryu]
You know the name, type it in caps
The life of the party with straws and we siphonin Pabst (Pabst!)
Drunk as a bum, Kinnoga brown bag it and blaze
Fraggin your regiment, rip every dragon I slay (slay!)
Off of respect I step like I'm walkin on props
So high that when I drop rhymes it look like dots (dots!)
Rippin you out of your skin like I'm openin gifts
in front of a sucker and burn like a solar eclipse
[Chorus]
This is the of-fi-CIAL
Raps that combat the arti-fi-CIAL
When I'm pullin out my automatic pis-TAL
Click click, CLICK, click click, POW
Ooh ooh, CHILD, sick sick, STYLE
Raps to combat the arti-fi-CIAL
When I'm pullin out my automatic pis-TAL
Oooh ooh, OOH, ooh ooh, CHILD, click click, POW
[Big Oak]
You better be smooth and you better be swift
Cause I'm lookin down at y'all like I was on a ski-lift
Get your teeth chipped by a stray adjective
Better run for cover we creatin havoc kid - ahhhh CHECK IT
If you haven't seen us comin yet then EXPECT IT
Finally got an opportunity, so I KEPT IT
Meant to do my thesis but instead I made a RECORD
So when you're spinnin ones and twos SELECT IT
[Nick Fury]
I rock like Sebastian Bach so ill
that I got 'em on my words from wintertime to autumn
These tracks are magnetic, the way they clock to it
with their hands in the air like how the cops do it
Let 'em swing (swing) cut (cut) slash, bruise (OOOOH!)
Whatever method they choose, I still won't lose
What you think you could subdue these dudes?
Seems to me you got it twisted like a Rubik's Cube
[Chorus]
[Ryu]
Any shine you ever get now consider it gone
the second the record is dropped like consecutive bombs
I can develop a crisis quicker than Dodge Vipers
with nitrous bottle kits and horsepowered hypeness
Bring your whole squadron, bitch, click and your posse
Saddam and Qaddafi, Hitler and every Nazi
Watch me, I can time travel in stealth
Then come back in ten seconds I can battle myself
[Big Oak]
I gotta lot of things to tell y'all so now I'm RELAYIN IT
But I mean what I spit while you're just SAYIN IT
Maybe that's why you get ignored when they're PLAYIN THIS
And maybe that's why we get adored while you're HATIN THIS
If she charts can't diss and I'm PAINTIN IT
Nick be my right hand man and he's SLAYIN IT
Same as Ryu, we wanted this now we're TAKIN IT
It's the L, if you don't know then start FAKIN IT
[Chorus]
You Gotta Rock to the rythm with em got to give it to em, got to give alot more than the minumum. Rock to the rythm with em got to give it to em, got to give alot more (More) [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Yo Wake up, Wake up its a new day now sidestep right, left whos gonna break down, its how I get down, make em all sit down, either that or have them hurry in to skip town. Feed your ears with the snares and the kicks pow, alway chew it up, but I have to watch where I get down, try to navigate your way through this thick sound, its big oak duck and cover when I spit rhymes, way after the show, I breathe for a pit-stop surrounded by chicks who dont listen to hip-hop, but they do now , im sorta like a missionary gettin every word into every herd, it may sound ubserd but I dont never never not wanna feel this way that I feel so, catch the vibe and let down your gaurd lets make it capsize we rockin so hard.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Come follow me as I work with the simple plan, cut out the top and the bottom plus the middleman, its kinda stressful trying to figure out this little and, hunny said i'm looking pale I need a little tan, but thats because ive been behind closed doors trying to make these songs for yah or ill do wrong for yah. I might be inclined to jump on the next wagon, thats filled with young bucks just to keep your pants saggin. yeah im feeling old i still play truth or dare, been doing this since FMU wanted more facial hair. Yup! shes inventing the game and on the microphone yah got to give it to em (EH). I dont give a damn bout your man so I dont understand why you try to shake hands like its cool,Cause see for me and my band and the height that we stand, we can see you must feel like a fool, Cause yah cant bend the rules you gotta break em in half like I did to everything that tried clutter my path. Fuck a flag, put it out on the mass, It seems the war must have got out at last. The smiles the sighs some police say hi, They frown they cry so I say goodbye aiddyo's my man i gotta fly got my people waiting for me trying to catch a red eye.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Tell me what you got to say, unless it ain't nothing that case your fronting. I tell yah something plus this and that man, and ill even do an encore if the crowd demands. I got a plan you can bet that it deals with me and my life and a whole lotta music, so either love it or get used to it, and put your hands up if we tell you to do it. Number one I gotta two I gotta three make your head spin like helicopters. But cant stick around long for your thoughts huh? Dont have the patience like a bad doctor. But ill describe one thing for your asses put on your glasses and keep your ears waxless, cause I want ya'll to hear and witness the L rocking crowds are ripping doors off the hinges.
[Nas] "And I'm a Nike head.."
Lexicon! Lace up your sneakers
[Nas] "And I'm a Nike head.."
Nick Fury, lace up your sneakers
[Nas] "And I'm a Nike head.."
Lace up your sneakers
Comin out your speakers
Everybody's got an addiction, mine is shoes
It started with my very first pair of Kangaroos
And to L it see, made for tennis I play none of it
but I owned 'em in brown and black suede
But that was hardly the beginnin of my obscene spendin (nah)
Savin up pennies, parental begging (what)
Even now if I only got forty bills
I'ma buy a sack of weed and go straight to Marshall's
Cause one time at Ross I found Nike Zoom Airs
Fourteen bucks (what) I bought two pair
I always do dat dere so there's no need to despair
if my kicks get ugly from some wear and tear
I know it's sick, my addiction, I'm addicted, I admit it
Like an alkie to his liquid, I ain't tryin to kick it
I predicted I'm headed only downhill from here
Cause my foot hasn't grown in the past five years
I got old shoes, new shoes, on my closet floor
In my trunk, holdin open my doors (where)
Overdue shoes, borrowed from my brother yup
Alternates, duplicates, hard to find colors (check it)
I got four pairs of Air Force Ones high and low
All in all white, one with a gum sole
Buyin Air Max Runners since they first came
Before wearin neon colors was a G thang
Remember the first ones in pink, makin eyes blink
All my clothes drab except the kicks that I drag
And my top five fades all got, orange on 'em
From old Air (?) to the new Airmada
Lava Domes (check) Internationalist (check)
And a bag of ankle socks, do you accept checks?
(No not for you Mr. Fury not at Sporty L.A.
Your account's made of rubber find another way to pay)
That's when I go on the internet
to the Japanese sites, where I can't read a word of it
But the pictures taunt, tell me to max out my Mastercard
Deal with it later these shoes are hard
Said the same thing for my Wallabees, Timberlands (shit)
I even got Cortez to match my Pendletons
I got a problem, and I need salvation
So at this time I'm accepting donations
Cash is fine, or anything in size nine
But please don't send no Jordans
Send 'em to someone else - I'm not the only, one on this Earth
who will buy food second but a pair of shoes first
Oak's a Nikehead (yo) and my man Double-O
Whose got more Air Force Ones than anyone I know
I mean I even got my girl into obscure kicks
If it ain't in my size then a boy size six
So if you wonder why I'm broke (why) or my bank account's dead
A - I'm underground, B - I'm a Nikehead
[Nas] "And I'm a Nike head.."
[scratch "I'm an addict for sneakers"]
[Nas] "And I'm a Nike head.."
[scratch "I'm an addict for sneakers"]
[Nas] "And I'm a Nike head.."
[scratch "I'm an addict for sneakers"]
[scratch "I'm an addict for sneakers"]
[Nas] "And I'm a Nike head.."
[scratch "I'm an addict for sneakers"]
[Nas] "And I'm a Nike head.."
[scratch "I'm an addict for sneakers"]
[Nas] "And I'm a Nike head.."
[scratch "I'm an addict for sneakers"]
[scratch "I'm an addict for sneakers"]
So when your girl gets bent cause you spent the rent
"And I'm a Nike head.. and I'm a Nike head"
And your dad gets mad cause it's just a fad
"And I'm a Nike head.. and I'm a Nike head"
And your folks complain, say they all look the same
"And I'm a Nike head.. and I'm a Nike head"
Well lace up your sneakers, I'm comin out your speakers
[Big Oak]
My days are filled with hassles
Little problems that run through me like a slider from White Castle
I have to, keep my mind in line and be patient
Cause all I wanna do is rock the mic to standing ovation
But that day will soon come I tell myself
For now I gotta stay content puttin papers on a shelf
But when the sun goes down, I feel free (ahh)
When stars cover the sky, I release the true me
The MC, you know the vocal technician
Mr. Black steps into the phone booth and comes out on a mission
Now I'm the Super Big Oak
Restorin integrity to what's become a big joke
See, just put a beanie on my head and a mic in my hand
A swallow of the night air that blankets the land
My right hand man Nick Fury on the right mic.. stand, damn!
It's a done deal, go 'head and seal all the exits
Lexicon will now display why we're on some next shit
No questions, just pay attention
And maybe then you'll understand, that
[Chorus: x2]
There isn't many that can say they're here to save the day
It's the two that recognize the ones that paved the way
Lexicon is out to move the crowd like the wave
Cause when night falls, these two make the people say HEY!
[scratch Q-Tip: "the night is on my mind"]
["It's the beat bumpin, late night, 40 amp"]
["Lexicon and.." ".. Thanksgiving brown"]
[scratch Q-Tip]: "the night is on my mind"]
[Nick Fury]
The world startin to move around me again
I'm just tryin to catch up, tryin to keep up
That's why I always keep my Nike's all the way laced up
Work on dealin with the rest of the world from the waist up
I, go through the motions and smile in the face of
the cast of real life who appear to be a waste of
Nah, forget it there's a fight out back
Between Nickolaus Furious and Nickolaus Black
And the winner is? You see at nightfall I am
much less of Peter Parker and more of Spiderman
Plus I'm tighter than a spandex; and when combined with my brother
there's no doubt we'll take the advantage (yo)
Rolled down the windows and let the air blow
away the day's flow of straight and narrow
Works like a scarecrow, that's how I stand in the field
above it all, rock with universal appeal
So you better make way for the rap superheroes
Expect no less when there's an L on my chest
Got L's in the air on the East and the West
You must confess we're the illest, Big Oak said it best, yo
[Chorus]
Lexicon.. Thes One.. People Under the Stairs
[Verse One]
In my ninety-nine Saturn, switchin four lanes
Hollerin out the window, "Can I borrow some change?"
This broke shit got me goin deranged
Thinkin it'd be so much easier if it was a Range
And my man Tomas said, it could be arranged
but, the last thing I need now's to be arraigned so
I do my best to maintain on the right side of sane
and not complain about my very few pesos
Yo, I can make 'em start to move
like I was pushin through the crowd to the front actin rude
Or, I can make 'em nod they necks
like when they ask did they wreck you'll be noddin yes
So there's your options, and I don't need much room
for you to get it twisted like vision on mushrooms
Lexicon's got the strength to crush crews
But instead we make music and add a FUCK YOU
See? Ain't nuttin changed but the haircut
Man still got the right, Oak's got the left hand and
I don't ask for shit, I demand
It's so live in here I got you lookin for the band
[Chorus]
We're makin mu-SIC, you better learn how to use IT
You got the skills better step up and prove IT
If you got a title pretty soon you're gonna lose IT
Cause the L is here to stay, okay?
We're makin mu-SIC, not the corny-ass shit
that permeates the airwaves and makes my hair gray
Alright okay, they can't take all the blame
but it's not us, we're just here to save the day
[Verse Two]
Check it, we're makin music while you're makin money
But in a couple years, where you gonna be? (Gone)
Your records are disposable, while mine are straight quotable
Oak will change the game like quarterbacks callin audibles
Yo, you can find me at the scrimmage line
I'm the one who calls the shots and packs 'em in like dinnertime
(hah) We're makin music while you only make noise
Puttin out lousy songs you can't even sell to your boys
What you thought (what) and what you're thinkin currently
all gets tossed out the window courtesy of me [WHOOSH]
It's time to start thinkin differently (uh-oh) just like that Mac ad
And if you act bad you'll get the backhand [SLAP SLAP]
Like that, and don't fight back
Just stop and stare like at a girl with a nice rack [WHISTLE]
Lexicon's your wake-up call
That ringin in your ear you hear is cause y'all dropped the ball
You coulda made a difference, you coulda made your mark
But instead of makin music you were blinded by the dark
But that doesn't matter now anymore (why?)
Lexicon is walkin straight through the open door
"Here I come to save the dayyyy!"
See my right hand man is a left-handed man
My man Big Oak is on the left mic stand
And my right hand man is a right-handed man
My man Nick Fury's on the right mic stand
And we are (L-E) X-I (C-O) N
RUN AND, TELL A, FRIEND
[x2]
Said we are (L-E) X-I (C-O) N
RUN AND, TELL A, FRIEND
[Verse One]
Yo, I'm out the gate like a caged dog that never ate
but had a taste of blood so now he wants the steak
I'll take the cake, cause Oak'll slay fakes
from L.A. to the Great Lakes from sundown to daybreak
(Okay) I'll spare y'all the details
because today it seems like everybody has A.D.D.
When all you really need to understand is that we will be
the most dynamic MC duo no if buts or maybes
I'll send this warning, cause I've been doin this
since Fab 5 Freddy held down Saturday mornings
Try to wipe the sleep out your eyes and stop the snoring
Cause when it, rains and what, well now it's pouring
[Verse Two]
See, I live just polite (polite)
Meant to drive around with my windows at night
Love to live, live to explore
I'm out for twenty-five points with at least ten boards (ten boards)
Got a profession, I call it emceein
Unfortunately that's not what my degree's in
I make it hot when it's ten below freezin
And make it cold when it's hard to keep breathin
Life (man) that's what I believe in
Not stupid shit where I'll wind up bleedin
Prefer shit that'll keep the crowd rockin
and inspire heads noddin inside the Walkman
[Hook: x2]
My right hand man is a left-handed man
My man Big Oak is on the left mic stand
And my right hand man is a right-handed man
My man Nick Fury's on the right mic stand
And we are (L-E) X-I (C-O) N
RUN AND, TELL A, FRIEND
[x3]
Said we are (L-E) X-I (C-O) N
RUN AND, TELL A, FRIEND
[Verse Three]
Straight out the Greenfield Academy, went up to Rum Nasty
I'm a long time tenant while you just moved in last week
See we're the L-E, X-I, C-O
Man you know the rest, I deliver like the P.O.
See I can see what makes you run like C-3PO
Got the East side of town sayin, "Dios mios!"
Senor Fury got the homies, balls and gall
All in all I keep swingin, 'til all will fall
Mashin all boulevard, represent represent, said
Lexicon, represent represent
When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant
My favorite jam back in the day was "Steve Biko"
Don't be so, stingy with the mic, cut the leash let him out
My brain is gettin bigger and my head is fillin out
And if my head is fillin out then the words are spillin out
Catch 'em if you can or else keep sleepin on the couch
So we just leave 'em there to sleep (that's right)
Cause when you're sleepin and your eyes can't see (no sight)
But me? I'm wide-eyed like Japanimation
All these amped up rappers need to take a vacation
(and relax a bit) that's just the half of it
The other half is the fact that they're wack
But I ignore that, sit on the balcony and inhale fog
and exhale the bullshit into the smog
[Hook]
And we are (L-E) X-I (C-O) N
RUN AND, TELL A, FRIEND
[x3]
Said we are (L-E) X-I (C-O) N
[Nick Fury]
You see I'm not real good at approachin girls
Sometimes I feel like I'm divin for ocean pearls
to the bottom where it's dark and it's harder to breathe
She laughed with a smile that you wouldn't believe
"What's your name again?" she told me, but since then I forget
cause I'd smoked a lot of beer and drank a lot of pot - I mean
She laughed again, I played it off like I meant it
She threw me a look and I knew it was cemented
This game I presented, it worked again
As long as the team don't act like jerks again
It's happened before, they cling to 'em like suction
Like vultures they circle waitin for an introduction
But not this time (nah) this one was somethin special
From her hips to her eyes to her lips to her freckle
to a tee - best of all she was jockin me
Until I heard, "Yo Nick!" and she was like, "Who is he?" Oh
[x2]
Let me introduce you to my partner Oak
He's my left hand man and he ain't no joke
But yo, back to this interaction, what was that you were askin?
Let me take you to the back, where there's no distraction
[Big Oak]
Holllld up, aiyyo hold up Nick
Don't you think you should go buy this girl a drink? (see ya)
She can wait right here, I'll keep her company
If I play my cards right, maybe she'll be humpin me (ha!)
Nick shot me a dirty look, and the middle finger
But I don't care, I'm on some Jerry Springer
shit but it's legit cause last week Nick took my girl and split
and only offered me a shrug and a blunt hit
So I'll get him back tonight
Aiyyo honey follow me to the back to where there ain't so much light
I'm your Mr. Right, at least for tonight
.. or umm, hello?
I looked at her and she wasn't even payin attention
Mind off in space explorin new dimensions (shit)
She wasn't gonna hear a damn word I say
Cause she was starin right at my DJ
[x2]
Let me introduce you to my DJ Cheapshot
He's a both hand man and his feats are hot
But back to this interaction, what was that you were askin?
Let me take you to the back, where there's no distraction
[DJ Cheapshot]
Damn you look familiar, have we met before?
I think I caught a glimpse of you on the dance floor
As a matter of fact, weren't you freakin MC Nickolaus?
"No that wasn't me," my bad, now I feel ridiculous
You know it's kind of hard to see when I'm busy scratchin
Yeah, I've been rockin shows three years, thanks for askin
You wanna hear some Jigga? (yup) Funny you should mention that
Just got a call from him, told him that I'd holla back
Enough about him, change the subject back to me
I'm six foot three with the college degree
Plus this key to that Camaro double parked outside
If you carry my wax, I'll give you a ride
Now be a good girl, and go buy daddy a drink
And by the time you get back, we'll leave in a blink (yup)
Then it's on like Chaka Khan
And oh yeah, on the way out, say goodbye to Lexicon
Uhh.. did I say Camaro? Oh my God, I can't..
I meant to say Ford Focus, how embarassing
Yea no-no-no, no-no, look, where you going?
Where you going? No-no-no, come back
I know Jigga, Jay-Z, y'know a good tune
No-no-no, come over to my house right now
I'll show you his number, no
Don't walk, don't walk away, come on!
I know, please come back, please, please please
Please come back pleeeease
[Chorus:]
So perfect, it's poison,
Your no good for me girl.
Well I know, and I know,
You gotta hurt me baby.
So perfect, it's poison,
Your no good for me girl.
Well I know, and I know,
Your lost without me baby.
Your my junk food baby, (uh uh)
Junk food baby (whatever)
Junk food baby (uh uh)
I love you but your killing me.
Your my junk food baby, (uh uh)
Junk food baby (whatever)
Junk food baby (uh huh)
I love you but your killing me.
[Verse 1:]
Yeah she puts the calories on,
Like an extra cheese calzone.
Now I'm tired and fatigued,
At night I can't sleep,
And I'm wondering how come.
Sh- sh- sh- sh- she's a nasty girl I know,
Trust me dude I know.
The flick of her ear spells confidence,
Her attitude says "Your too slow."
Yeah man, she's got me hot,
I'm on the run.
I just can't tell if it's to or from.
But I stepped in gum,
Now I'm stuck in place.
Duck to the taste,
Up to your waste.
Stuck to this blind and big potential,
But it'll fade like it's written in pencil.
I'm a, grown man,
I gotta eat better.
Gotta get the sweets out forever, come on!
[Chorus:]
So perfect, it's poison,
Your no good for me girl.
Well I know, and I know,
You gotta hurt me baby.
So perfect, it's poison,
Your no good for me girl.
Well I know, and I know,
Your lost without me baby.
Your my junk food baby, (uh uh)
Junk food baby (whatever)
Junk food baby (uh uh)
I love you but your killing me.
Your my junk food baby, (uh uh)
Junk food baby (whatever)
Junk food baby (uh huh)
I love you but your killing me.
[Verse 2:]
She's not someone you can trust,
I could tell the first time we touched.
Didn't give me a name,
Wrote a D on her neck,
Said it stood for Dangerous.
But I was hungry so I took a bite,
Tried to satisfy my appetite.
Two scoops with the works dripping out the sides
I got heart disease and I...
Aww man, her plan is dark just like her tan.
She acts like this cause she can.
She's like a Killah! A pycho Killah!
Caskets say, I'm getting swept away,
Your killing me, filling me,
Up with fats and carbs and lards.
She looks like she knows something I don't know.
She's laughing at a joke and I'm too slow.
[Chorus:]
So perfect, it's poison,
Your no good for me girl.
Well I know, and I know,
You gotta hurt me baby.
So perfect, it's poison,
Your no good for me girl.
Well I know, and I know,
Your lost without me baby.
Your my junk food baby, (uh uh)
Junk food baby (whatever)
Junk food baby (uh uh)
I love you but your killing me.
Your my junk food baby, (uh uh)
Junk food baby (whatever)
Junk food baby (uh huh)
I love you but your killing me.
[Bridge:]
There's a party in the girls, throw the keys around.
There's a party in the girls, throw the keys around.
There's a party in the girls, throw the keys around.
And you ain't getting in unless your cool like them.
There's a party in the girls, throw the keys around.
There's a party in the girls, throw the keys around.
There's a party in the girls, throw the keys around.
And you ain't getting in unless your cool like them.
[Chorus:]
So perfect, it's poison,
Your no good for me girl.
Well I know, and I know,
You gotta hurt me baby.
So perfect, it's poison,
Your no good for me girl.
Well I know, and I know,
Your lost without me baby.
Your my junk food baby, (uh uh)
Junk food baby (whatever)
Junk food baby (uh uh)
I love you but your killing me.
Your my junk food baby, (uh uh)
Junk food baby (whatever)
Junk food baby (uh huh)
Bring it in like..
It's been a long time comin, maybe too damn long
That's why I'm tacklin everything that I'm takin on
It's like, I'm sick and tired of behavin calm
So when they play our song they all raisin arms
(IT'S THE L!!) That's the startin gun that gets 'em all to start to run
I got this habit I ain't stoppin 'til I'm number one
And once I get goin I ain't gon' start slowin
We'll soon need a mowin the way we keep growin
YO - you gotta twist it like a change in the plot
If the beat knock you off your feet call it a Cheapshot
And if there's any doubters from the very beginnin
Guaranteed by the end of the night we'll have 'em singin like..
Lexicon'll have you singin like..
Cheapshot will have you singin like..
Nick Fury's got 'em singin like..
Big Oak will have you singin like you don't even care
Turn up your voice and just let down your hair
Sick of all the frowns and intimidating stares (man)
Put your guard down and bob your head to the snares
We're upstairs like the next level
Cuties give me horns like the sex devil (damn)
Feelin kinda high, better check the treble
See with the L-E, X-I, C-O, N
If you need it spelled out before you pass the hell out
See we can take it to action if that's what you wishin
I, got a faction and none of us are fiction
And, an ass-kickin man that's my prediction
If, you do it all for show like an exhibitionist
You can call me Nickolaus, Furious, the fantastic
Drop the Reebok it's Lexicon classic
Material, hardrock, you crack like plastic
Under the weight I take it all like elastic
So if there's any doubters from the very beginnin
Guaranteed by the end of the night, we'll have 'em singin like..
S.O.B. will have you singin like..
4-Zone will have you singin like..
Vin Skully's got you singin like..
Yo, I spent the last two years tryin to get my mind straight
And I suggest you do the same if you're watchin time escape
Cause things move too fast in this Indy 500 of life
You gotta slow down and take a bite y'all
You can move to the left and move to the right
But you gotta move forward through the green light
So many cats that I came up with
Stalled at the first stop sign while I kept droppin rhymes
Like we told you back in ninety-nine
You gotta keep on movin or else you'll be losin
But when the work's done, pass me the blunt
and the light and by the end of the night, we'll have you singin like..
P.B.S.'ll have 'em singin like..
Rum Nasty's got you singin like..
[Big Oak]
Now set it off, like... Yo yo, yo Nick, where you at, my man?
[Nick Fury]
I'm right here. Right here. Cheapshot, where you at?
[scratched]
Say what?
[Big Oak]
See it took movin' with a fleet foot
So the key should be to move limbs
It's all sink or swim
And I never even [unintelligible] and just slippin' to the bottom
Just locked on to my targets
When they close enough I shot 'em
That's just how I do, already showed you
But when you fall too many times that gets old too
So now I promise that you'll never hear me complain again
Cause when it comes to paying dues you're forced to stay in debt
People came and went, my savings spent
But I'm just happy I can pay my rent
Although it takes me for my very last cent
I never break down, prefer instead to break ground
You can't hang the shake down and run through the night
I'm to busy makin' moves to get caught up in your fight
You try to raise it up but couldn't find the wind for your kite
I simply worked harder, and now I'm set for the clock
[chorus, woman's voice & Big Oak simultaneously]
[woman {Big Oak}]
Don't be afraid
{Whatcha doin with yourself?}
(that you'll lose?)
{And where ya going with yourself?}
{And whatcha showin' of yourself?}
{And are you happy with yourself?}
[repeat chorus 3 more times]
[Nick Fury]
As a kid they said to follow your heart
Put your right foot forward and your left at the start
You gotta be straight and narrow, slicked back with a part
Follow the light or get stuck in the dark
Man, ain't shit changed, gotta switch lanes
Break down the wall if you don't flip frames
I'm new to you but I got practice at this
Every day it's an impression of Atlas
And the fact is, I never gave up, gave in, or tapped out
Got too much pride for that
And it's an uphill climb, I get so tired that I pass out
But I ain't slidin' back, I've
Lost hope, watched it come out of nothing
Heard a lot of talk, seen a lot of bluffing and
I learned somthin' man, every day I stay breathin'
That's what separates tryin' from believin'
Let me take you back to the day when MC's were short
And rap wasn't treated like a little league sport
On this, "Mom I wanna rap when I come of age"
And every MC could control the stage
Remember back then, after the backspin
Before everyone who's a fan was rappin
Back when every album had a classic track
And if it was on sale then the shit was wack
Back when on Tuesday you could find me at the Wherehouse
Every new release on one receipt
(You remember it man?) I remember it well
Back when Rick the Ruler was still locked in jail
Back a half a decade, when everyone had a fade
And I taped every video that Rap City played
Before Black Sheep broke up, L.O.N.S. broke up
The Soul Brothers broke up, Tribe broke up
We were all smoked up, big East coast fam
Before Jive became focused only on boy bands
Before Rawkus, Fat Beats, Bad Boy or No Limit
Before I had a chance to come out independent
When "Unsigned Hype" was a sign of who's next
Before rap artists saw six figure checks
Back when, major labels were screwin MC's
and Nirvana and Pearl Jam ran MTV
When a group put an album out, every few years
Back when people made music for the listeners ears
(You remember it man?) It wasn't too long ago
Before we were old enough to go to a show
It was just before all the major labels merged
Before rappers started usin scientific words
Back when rap fans had a common bond
If I heard a beat, I could name the song
Before every damn track was about a par-tay
And Fellowship resided on 4th and Broadway
When I used to lay in my bed with my walkman on
Listenin to mix shows 'til the break of dawn
Back when rap was half mellow, half thug
Just before the mainstream, was controlled by Suge
Before Biggie got shot, before 'Pac got shot
Back when rap was different than what the mainstream thought
Before Hilfiger knew, we were wearin his clothes
Before beats took importance over lyrics and flows
Back when Common loved rap, and I did too
And every group or MC was a part of a crew
Before everyone was preachin on the five elements
And music in videos had no relevance
Before the reunion of Guy, and EPMD
Remember when we all had a favorite MC?
Cats had personality in the last chapter
Let's bring it back to the charismatic rapper
One two, testin one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started, and it's about to end..
[Chorus]
Yo, break the news and let 'em know what has just happened
Break the news that the L has got your hands clappin
Break the news that we're killin 'em with dope rappin
Break the news we call the shots like a damn captain
[Big Oak]
You never seen somethin like this, so I might just
break the silence and open up your eyelids
Real name's Gideon, rap alias is Oak
Either way you better of paid attention when I spoke
Cause I don't recite any old mumbo jumbo
I speak real words and put 'em together like gumbo
I've seen a lot, in my journey through hip-hop (true)
And I consider a lesson in what not to do
I only say this because I'm jaded
And I love hip-hop so much that I hate it, but yo
I keep on movin with my checklist
I hand around like a necklace, build like (?)
So it seems like 2000 seasons, for various reasons
I never run I only walk or else I'll start wheezin
My verbal artillery will rip apart regions
And then bring 'em back together with my smart teachin
I only wish that that people listen; cause when you don't
I might as well resort to bringin y'all the pot to piss in
I grab the quarter out the bucket that you flipped it
and give it right back (here) because I want it like that
Y-yo-yo, here's to a long and prosperous career
And cheers to the words that I'm spittin in your good ear
I can't lose, I dot my ones, cross my twos, take the brews
Break the news, you got the national boulevard blues
[Hook]
They say, to play the rules
They say, to pay your dues
I think it's time to set them loose
So now, we break the news
[Chorus x2]
[Nick Fury]
A graduate of the Greenfield Academy
Makin a splash like Cannonball Adderly
They're mad at me (what for) breakin 'em down (up yours)
That's what I tell 'em and passengers for askin
Got a deep rooted passion for provin 'em wrong
That's why I walk like I'm bein followed by my theme song
Introducin me, your next favorite rapper
when you're tired of the same bullshit chit-chatter
nonsense on record, I wreck your conception
Pre-conceived notion, rectified perceptions
A whole new view, have you seein me in 3-D
Letterbox edition, I can see it all completely
Aww shit! It's happenin again
They remember that we're dope and now they wanna be friends
But the L only rolls with the L
and the team that'll fight for the L, my life is a L
From my morning cerea-L, to my L in the P.M.
It's the L cause all my life I makin moves like a GM
[Hook]
Suffer like you told me to
This blood sells well
Draped beneath a useless shroud
The misery pays well
Too many reasons to pretend
This pain is real
Too many words repeating words
Lines of lies again
Tear the face and eat the flesh that burns
Feel dead suffering
Tear the face and eat the flesh that burns
Feel dead suffering
Like kills the hate of innocence
That seemed so safe
Strips away the precious words
Destroys naieve despair
Suffer like you told me to
This blood sells well
Draped beneath a useless shroud
The misry pays well
Tear the face and eat the flesh that burns
Feel dead suffering
Tear the face and eat the flesh that burns
Feel dead suffering
