* http://hiphopinfinity.com/Underground/Benefit.htm
It's 1986 I'm in the first grade
I'm workin really hard to get Mario laid
I gotta save the Princess so he can get the pussy
Believe me, Mario would get that ass so fuck Luigi
Mario really wants to get her in bed
So bad that he's bustin up bricks with his head
He just wants sex, so forget the wedding bells
Jumpin on little mushrooms and turtle shells
Droppin down green pipes and secret passage ways
Makin his move to the end where the final castle lays
Eat a magic mushroom grow a little higher
Eat a white flower and spit balls of fire
All these creatures that attack him
Cut Mario slack
Oh shit hold on I'll be right back
I'm gonna beat the game if it takes me all summer
It's gotta be hard to get laid if you're a plumber
That's why I'm gonna work extra hard for my man
And get him to the end so he can stop using his hand
Mario doesn't wanna get hit he'll shrink
Princess won't fuck a little kid, I think
So stay grown and attend to your own
And eventually the Princess will attend to your bone
(Speak and Spell hook 2X)
Save the Princess quick
Because she wants a dick
And if you let her free
You get the pussy
Bowser's trying to get head right now from the Princess
But if it's up to me that shit'll stop this instance
Cloud people throwin little spike animals
Green plants with teeth that attack like cannibals
I heard nobody yet runnin the Princess's oven
And Mario always says "Virgins, I love em'" (*from the movie "Kids"*)
I hate the Koopa Troopas so I'm gonna run up
And jump on the back of their shells till I get one-up
I'm gonna keep playin and I'm never gonna quit
Cause some kid in school told me you could see the Princess tits
I wanna beat it before any of my friends do
So I can say I put pussy upon Mario's menu
At the end of each level I jump and get the flag
And say to myself another castle in the bag
I hope Bowser's ready cause he's in for a ride
And Mario's serious when it comes to homicide
The Princess is a freak even though she has class
Mario will take a plunger and put it in her ass
I hate the cannons that shoot at you constantly
And I hate platforms that fall out from below me
It's all worth while just to see Mario smile
Standin next to the Princess but naked profile
That's why it's my say to get Mario laid
Super Mario Brothers best game ever made
* I'm on the run
It's after me
It won't stop attackin me
Everywhere I look I see hip-hop blasphemy
Im runnin down the street in the middle of the night
Ill never loose sight
I forever will fight
Why is it after me
Why does it haffta be
So hard to actually
Be an emcee
Commercial hip hop
Just wont stop
Im runnin so hard
But it just wont drop
I duck in the alley catch my breath count to ten
Open up the source and there it is again
Starrin me rite in the eye
Keep regenerating so I no it wont die
I throw the magazine
Look around the corner coast is clean
I take off running
Looking like a dope fiend
The commercial industry daemon
Started screamin
Im out of breath
Barely breathin
Theres must be a way to end this madness
At least knock him out for the count at best
I dash into a record store tryin to avoid him
Some other kids have tried but never destroyed him
I check the stores top 20 see what they got
There he is again and he's got the number 1 spot
I jet, covered in sweat, drippin wet
Kickin gear faster then a turbo vett
Im runnin hard
From this daemon disease
But it doesn't come at ease
When you
The malls commin up on my rite hand side
I figure inside
It be easy to hide
I make my way in this mad crowded place
Everybody's more concerned with this diamonds face
I exit the mall
Leave the back way
Cant take it longer I been runnin all day
I managed to make it to the subway
But the daemons gaining on me so I cant stay
Im runnin as fast as I can
I pause for a second and pull out a blue paint can
I begin taggin graffiti on the wall
As I keep griming the daemon starts to fall
Looks like he cant take real hip hop
Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop
Keep burning till the wall it lit
And that's it
My tag reads BENEFIT
I ran out of pain just I was gonna do him in
I betta run the daemons getting up again
I exit the sub way back to the streets
Off in the distance I hear some dope beats
I run towards the music I think im gonna loose it
Im runnin so hard the my feet start bruising
I see glimpses
I drop to the ground and start break dancing
The daemon slows down
I pop into a stall
I do a windmill and the daemon starts to fall
Looks like it cant take real hip hop
Looks like I found out what makes the daemon drop
Imma keep breakin
Cept legs start shakin
I gotta stop cuz my body cant take it
I get up
Start runnin again
The daemon does the same guess this will never end
Still I hear the music that I heard before
And if commin from a hip hoop record store
I make it to the side and see ruckus adds
They got 2 turntables and 2 scratch pads
I jump behind the techniques and rip it indeed
I tear up the records till both of my hands bleed
Daemon fell hard that commercial thug
But I had to stop scratchin there was too much blood
I went through 3 elements the daemon still thrillin
Now I cant believe all the blood that im spillin
The daemon gets back up on his feet
I grab in instrumental record and put on a dope beat
I cant run any more no energy
So I grab a mike and scream
Daemon come battle me
I started spittin out metaphors rite and left
I told him that he needs to start bitin less
I told him he needs to come original
I told him that hip hop this is critical
Started shaking couldn't take it any more
Heart stopped beating and he fell to the floor
Looks like I found out what made him drop
[Talking]
Ben Hated (Guy):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Man, hey
Check thi-, Stop that lil' shawty right there
Stop lil' shawty right there
(Who, that lil' girl over there?)
Yeah, get her, yeah get here fa' me
Guy (Girl):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here gurl, hey, look here...
(I know you aint talkin to me)
Hey, hey, shut up gurl, (What?!?! SHUT UP?!?!)
Hey, look here, look here, look here
My boy, Ben Hated, he... he wanna holla at you, (WHAT?!?!) my boy...
(Ben Hated?!?! I see why his black ass "been hated",
look what y'all ridin in) What?
Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, fuck you!
*Takes off, honking horn*
Bitch
[Chorus]
Steppin outta Escalades & Navigators
We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant fade us)
So we got to reach our goals
Pushin platinum sellin gold (sellin gold)
Steppin outta Escalades & Navigators
We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant fade us)
So we got to reach our goals
Pushin platinum sellin gold (If you aint know)
[Ben Hated]
I stand here all night dressed like mo do's
Hustlin up outta four doors
Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades twankin Momo's
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, slow is just how we seem
Yayo weighed up on beams, for geekers that wanna dream
That's how I made my cream
With a down ass hoe, and a down as scheme
And a down as team fulla down ass niggaz that's down for green
I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I decide to navigate late
Dont run up wrong and meet your fate maker
Long as I get your weight maker
They call me Mr. Bossy, molases paint silver glossy
Fuck what it cost me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the hell off me
Ben Hate bout G's, Ben Hate 'bout multiplatinum CD's
Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate bout hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
Steppin out this time, in aligators, glock for them haters
Hollow tips so they cant fade us, big money makers
You see me on the seen so clean, black magic gleam
Draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), rollin wit' my team
Chorus
[Re-Re]
Hell nah
Hell it aint road, industry execs see me
Guys leave, my flow be so lovely
Comin through like the folks in the back door
See me, be like Puffy gotta get the dough
Gonna let me ride the track
Seein how these folks be makin tha money stack
Matter of fact cant call the cat
Cause they chillin like a bad rat breakin off cheese like a Kit-Kat
Now check that, the man with the Rolex and the diamonds in his hand
Girls in the club wanna holla Cause they think he is the man
But I cant stand them pretty ass bitches and niggaz they gettin up on my nerves
And while they in my face, they actin fake, I'm kickin 'em to the curb
So what it concern, on whether I ball or stand on my own 2 feet
Got you niggaz dislikin me , they cant get like me
I'm jumpin five bitches, over five geeks
Dont make no sense 'til you ask me
Cause I'm on top, make you wanna have me
I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 steps in front
Cause haters aint never gon find me
Try to put the mean mug on when I come around
Nigga like you wanna give me a pound
But you comin at me like you brainy
Talkin 'bout you just wanna be down
Yeah right, nigga know you cant get wit' Re
So you better just have a seat
I'm on top my game, that's why you know my name
I done hit that fame now what it's gon be
Chorus
Ben Hated:
Wood grippin, Henn sippin
Pistol hold and pistol whippin
All lames that talk 'bout trickin
Dump them thangs and get to dippin
Type of niggaz, that slide all custom trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and them 2-colored cuts
Pros, stand on the block, they nuts
Sick of them thugs and cut-butts
Jump in the 'Lac and shawty get cut
Hop in the 'Gator woe's get stuck, what's up
These bustaz wanna try me, I pull they girl when they alk by me
Leave 'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad
I dont sweat these pros man, I lick these pros man
And I bent these pros, Jump in the car with ballers on Vogues
If you got a Benz with them ends you cn freak out her friends
Sent that tramp out to your partnaz lake, night shake the show stoppers
Welcome to my game, I do this thang wit' no shame
And if them folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame
I dont say no words just lay it back
Let my girl hold on my strap
I dont trust these lames
I fuckin crush these lames, touch these lames
* http://hiphopinfinity.com/Underground/Benefit.htm
Once there was a little kid named Benefit
Walked around town with a frown, face down, lookin bent
Had problems inside, his little sister just died
Keep your head up little man, all you got is your pride
He said "the world doesn't want me, and neither does my daddy
He'd rather get drunk and puff blunts then have a family"
That's real, and ain't nothing realer then that
The world is much colder then the steal of a gat
But yet he moved on, he fought to stay strong
In this cold world, to stay warm he put a jacket on
Made of 100 percent pain
The label said the only way to wash it was to stand on the rain
But he still was cold, the other kids were old
All he really wanted in life was Jordan's and gold
Then he'd be set, getting fine girls in berrets
See him with a boom box and fat boys cassettes
If he got into a fight, he'd throw down
But he's a little skinny kid, about 70 pounds
And he had a loud mouth so nobody stepped to him
But I guess if they would've, well I guess that he'd do 'em
But it didn't get to that, this little aristocrat
Tryin to live phat, smashing mail boxes with bats
Runnin wild through the streets, his mouth would make peace
Used to play football in mud with baseball cleats
That's the life in my memory inbedded in my brain
As he started growing, things started to change
(Hook)
Who has the right to know?
My life's a standing flow
Who can say, what's right or wrong for people?
As Benefit got older he started to realize
Everybody's smile was just jealousy in disguise
If he turned his back, how is that, a knife would be in it
Draw my face-to-face in any place, no one would begin it
If they knew, what this kid had been through
Nothing nice, ?fest? sacrifice off of lifes menu
But things lately, were starting to get crazy
And if they stuck around maybe, his mom would lose a baby
So they broke out, headed down south on route
This kid was still actin wild, thought he was tough no doubt
Dealt a difficult hand, but he had to play with it
Emotionally disturbed when the kid never quit it
Immediately took charge when in his new neighborhood
Makes me laugh thinkin when he made forts from wood
And if anybody touched 'em, then that's the razz
If anybody frontin, to the creak they get cashed
In school, everybody sayin "who's the new kid?"
"I heard he's from Chicago, last week know what he did
Such and such," that's how rumors get started
But at lunch acting all retarded eatin Capt'n Crunch
Thought he was funny, little dummy makin a scene
Lookin happy on the outside, but inside mean
Lotta anger built up, from things in the past
Such an unreal life, reality hard to grasp
That's the life in my memory inbedded in my brain
As he started growin, things started to change
(Hook)
Who has the right to know?
My life's a steady flow.
Who can say, what's right or wrong for people?
He moved again, now his moves totaled thirteen times
Started gettin serious, writin serious rhymes
He began workin, hustling the company
Pockets full of cash, now every day a shopping spree
Got away with it, finally got caught and ?bullshitted?
They didn't fire 'em, instead the job he quitted
His life is slowed down, different then in the beginning
Only worse, cause little bitches had him sinning
Fell in love one time, maybe twice, who knows
Only problem was the girls weren't nice, but hoes
It was a big mistake, messed up the kinds mindstate
The trade? his best-friends for nice ass and a date
Wait, what's goin on here? the girls left him
Now he's scarred from left ear to right ear
That's his whole brain, now his lights are gettin dim
Cause what he did to his best friends, happened to him
Now he cares about nothin, feeling sick everyday
Thank God, eventually the pain went away
Now he's grown mad, then he ever has been
Up late at night at home, his only friend is his pen
Writin angry to get out frustration out through poetry
Treating girls the exact opposite of noblely
The struggle continues on, documented in every song
Made it this far, confident he'll live long
That's the life in my memory, inbedded in my brain
And it's true as he grew, things did change
(Hook x3)
Who has the right to know?
My life's a steady flow
[Bert] I'm sick!
[Ernie] What's the matter Bert?
[Bert] I'm sick!
[Ernie] Oh yeah?
[Bert] I'm sick Ernie! Can't you tell that?
[Ernie] You're sick?
[Bert] I'm sick!
[Ernie] You're sick?
[Bert] I'm sick!
[Ernie] Then you caught it!
[Ernie] Boy you must know who it is who's sick!
[Benefit]
As my verse disperses the worst curses a person hurts worse
than the first virgin's privacy purse burstin
I walk around the underground as a powerful thundersound
Wearing the low down profound lyrical wonder crown
Advanced listening wrestlin with pressure expressions
And steppin in as a special specimen fresher than freshman
Obvious overdosage coasted it over oceans
With explosive posts flyer than your promotional posters
Skillfully killing willfully drilling syllable spilling
Fealing really upsettable biting is edible stealing
Walking around the planet, rocking the ground like granite
Cocking my sound cannon and topping the sound famine
Deliberate inconsiderate etiquette, Benefit's belligerence
Spitting shit like laxative excrement
Dove in a frozen ocean fell low below boastin
The one chosen who rose exposin the flow erosion
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
So nice that it's nasty, so bangin it's bustin
So sweet that it's sick, so dope it's disgustin
[Benefit]
I lead an expedition in vision and competition
In a prison when deliverin witherin rhyme litterin
Givin and never endeavoring ever clever however
bringin it whether together or on solo feathers
Sicker than liquor and medicine burnin and blisterin
Leave your lights flickering
quicker than strobes you're trippin in
The high appointed, style anointed with ill delivery ointment
On point with this like jointed presidential appointments
Flashin full fashionable rational lyrical passion
Glow bashin skulls burnin trash flows and watch ash grow
Belittling with little men livin in oblivion
Try batteling imaginin that they're hyper than Ritalin
Simply deranged brain exchanged pain for gain
Rearrange your frame to strange plain pattern with slain
Bigger badder and better than all of your gold and cheddar
When spreadin wing like medicine
Men with ancient tribal lettering
[Chorus]
[Ben] Sick, sick, so sick
[Bert] I'm sick, sick, sick!
At all costs, (at all costs), at all costs, (at all costs)
"It's vicious......Inhuman"
(Verse 1)
Professional, upping the decibel a decimal above
Extraterrestrial audible vessels
For blood audible missiles and vocal dismissals
Like pistols tearing through MC's skeletal gristles
Beneficial's ripping in the kids brain tissues
Leaving them a bit retarded with personal issues
Personal misuse, of my tracks have tested deadly
Infested steady when my tracks are pressed and ready
To flood your brain like cocaine ingested heavy
Invest in every bit of protection when testing Benny
I've battled plenty, and everyone is rattle empty
Without a skeleton to hold 'em up they had to temp me
And then correctly, spitting at me like a Jetski
Go ahead and press me, bones crunch like Nestle
Arrest me, Sentence me and lock me away
So the streets can be safe for emcee's to play
By the way, when i spit don't get hit by a stray
Cause every random word i say can shatter your vertebrae
Every verb I spray is a mist called Herb-away
Word play, that will keep emcee's on the curb all day
In a verbal way, I get violent and kill quick
To define me kids make up words like "Ill-Sick"
Whose a relic, wack emcee's heads are real thick
So the target is big, my metaphors will stick
(Chorus)
Unnecessary emotion
So logical [5x]
Proceed with caution
Unnecessary emotion
So unemotional [5x]
Proceed with caution
It will be painful
So logical [5x]
Proceed with caution
It will be painful
So unemotional [5x]
Proceed with caution
(Verse 2)
Behold Benefit, the old and degenerate
are healed by the power of his subject and predicate
The "Pro-ject" deliver it, whole of the rhetoric
Emcee's will fall like the soul of confederates
To all who consider it apologies follow these
Battle anthologies, emcee's say please
And possibly I'll display generosity
And watch thee velocity, when I'm spitting this atrocity
But probably not, and the robberies hot
When kids steal my rhymes and ignite on spot
If you bite on top, from being wack and dropped
Call it "I Bit Benefit and Made Pop"
And you get a hit, but being illiterate
Ignorant, and coming out illegitimate
My wrath will reach havoc on your family
Gradually, everyone will die through a homicidal tragedy
Bone and vital legacy, prophecy place me
President of emcee's genocide agency
Feeling me is like feeling a flame in hell
Casting a demon spell, so emcee's are dreaming well
And thinking they're real, knocked out on night Nyquil
In a dream land where they sick and real type ill
But lovely dreams soon comes to a nightmare
When they battle Benefit and they die right there
(Chorus)
Cranky Franky, Fat Head Fred, Little Ed
Saliva Susie's head was an incredible red
Spit dripping down her chin, I wanted to hit it
I grabbed her tit, she was too slow, she didn't get it
But in a minute the mini-bus would be in school
I liked Dirty Dianne, she used to pee and drool
Being cool is always easy on the bus with Benny-Roach
They told me I was special cuz I rode the stubby coach
I was never learning, The bus was driven by a German
She used to yell Quit Banging Your Head Helmet Herman
Ornery Jerry, these kids are all corney-scary
I hated Rotten Rita and Horney Harry
He used to grind the bus seats, my walkman would bust beats
I would always cuss loudly on class retreats
Trashy freaks with big glasses and snotty noses
It turned me on to watch Crippled Carrie's body poses
I was always the kid who tripped the others
And shot spitballs at the Limpin' Gimpy Brothers
Sometimes I'd get mad and say I think I'm leaving
Coz they'd sit me next to Monkey Mike or Stinking Steven
Crotchy Scott and Fruity Scooty would touch in the back
Man, I'd kick them on the ground, grab a crutch and attack
When we got to school I couldn't wait for the ride home
Cuz I'd flirt the whole way with Betty The Blind Gnome
The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round
Round And Round.... Round And Round
The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round
All Day Long
The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round
Round And Round.... Round And Round
The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round
All Day Long
I Remember Tyranosauras Rex handed Bridget
And Pokey Paco was a Mexican Midget
Phlegmmy Frank was coughing and could never beat germs
I used to force him to drink spit and eat worms
Henry The Hunchback would never punch back
I'd beat him in the hump and then I'd take his lunch-pack
Everyone on the bus was a vegtable head
And the kid who got all the girls was Testicle Ted
Man, most of them were born with this initial vegetation
They told me I was gifted and in Special Education
Matilda The Gorilla used to give a real scare
She even gnawed off the wheel of her own wheelchair
I liked being special, it was cool being different
Pukey Pete would throw up his breakfast and sniff it
The short bus was packed full of moody vermins
I just chilled and drank Kool-Aid out of a Goonies Thermos
They all dressed bad from Reeking Ralph to Dirt Tom
While I laid back cool with an Alf shirt on
I got my flirt on with Meaty Meghan and Melon-Head Marge
But I knew something was wrong coz I was always in charge
After four years they realized I wasn't retarded
Man, how could this mistake happen, how was it started
My file said he makes noises and twitches without stopping
Turns out I was just beat-boxing, popping and locking
The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round
Round And Round.... Round And Round
The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round
All Day Long
The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round
Round And Round.... Round And Round
The Wheels On The Bus Go Round And Round
[Verse 1]
I was walking down the street, Adidas on my feet
This kid started sweating and it wasn't from the heat
Started getting real loud, attracting a crowd
His boys were all around so i guess it made him proud
He kept advancing, and his friends did the same
I told the kid that i didn't even know his name
But this kid, kept saying what I did
And he was real thick just finished his bid
He had about 15 of his sons on his side
I only had one friend and that was my pride
I figured if I hit this kid in the face for talking
They'd break both my legs and I wouldn't be walking
I'm contemplating this is the situation I'm hating
Pretty son my face and the ground will be relating
Just then, I looked around them and saw 20 men
Heading my direction surrounding
Hell yeah, my whole teams coming for me
And my team will blow their team out of the category
Since I saw all my friends approaching the place
I, spit on the bitch and punched him in the face
Then his whole crew, beat me black and blue
My face had contact with everybody's shoe
All my friends stood around watching it happen
Nobody even made a slight effort of attacking
I could not believe it, I thought I had friends
It turns out they were really cowards in the end
(Chorus)
I thought you had my back
When I'm under attack
Didn't happen like that
Where's my real friends at
They all turned out to be soft in the end
I guess i was betrayed
"I thought you were my friend"
[Verse 2]
I was fucking with this girl, and everybody knew it
My Dick she always blew it get it get it go to it
And that's what I did, and that's how it went down
Little did I know that on the other side of town
She was dating this guy, by the name of Big Tie
Rumor has it that the man stood 10 feet high
One day, she called and said come play
So I brought 10 friends and try to help them get laid
We went to her apartment and everything was all right
She started stripping for us not a problem in sight
But just then, Big Tie bust in
His girl was blushing, and I was flushed then
Tie had about 5 men with him
Since I had all 10 let the battle begin
Before a fight broke out, my friends broke out
They said "All right man, we'll catch you later kid no doubt"
They ignored my friends and jumped all on me
I was out for the count and really bloody
They were very hostile, I woke up in the hospital
I was told every bone in my body was broke a little
All my friends that ran, as fast as they could
Just like little bitches and it wasn't understood
They came in the room saying get well good luck
I told them get out of here, and shut the fuck up
I could not believe it, i thought i had friends
It turns out that they were really cowards in the end
(Chorus)
[Verse 3]
Once upon a time on a very nice day
I was playing ball on the court around the way
We got them and started everything was going great
I had 7 friends and this kid had 8
This one one kid kept on fouling my man
I said please don't do that shit, understand
Then he said all right and laid back low
Next thing you know my man caught an elbow
I said "Damn son should have listened to the prophet"
He said "I'm gonna do it again, you gonna stop it"
I looked at my team, then back on him
I figured now's about the time to let the beating begin
I waited for a second, nobody made a move
I'm thinking if a fight breaks out what will it prove?
Before I had time to let the beef cook
Out of no where I caught a left and a right hook
I was still standing, started throwing fist back
Lots of blood flying and lots of contact
I let go, only had 2 fists to throw
Suddenly 16 fists coming, "Oh no"
I looked at my friends as I started to fall
All I heard was, "Lets go grab the ball"
I woke up later stuck to the concrete
The blood was all dry, guess I met my defeat
I could not believe it, I thought I had friends
Turns out they all cowards in the end
I'm gonna leave the past alone
I used to have a blast at home
And a cellular phone, now I'm a walking skeletal bone
My stomach's eating itself because I'm so damn hungry
I'm homeless, just about worthless and stumbly
Cuz I just finished that last bit of Guinness
??? food bitch, mind your own business
Now tend to mine, sometimes I tend to find
A little piece of sandwich somebody left behind
And I'll eat that the whole day, I beg thee always
Say will work for food, have no place to stay
Starvation has me living on my last chance
I make a fast dash and hit up all the trashcans
If I'm lucky I'll find a piece of bread, often instead
I like to slash my neck leaving my shirt awfully red
But I can't put the knife to my neck, my life is a wreck
And I'd shoot myself if I had a rifle or tek
Prolonged death through malnutrition is unbearable
I try to find a job, I'm filthy plus I smell terrible
So nobody wants to pay me, no hottie wants to lay me
I tell the prostitutes to give me head, they disobey me
Maybe, I'll join the military, join the Navy
But I have no identification and no bravery
So fuck it, I'm just gonna be alcohol's puppet
Get really drunk, find a tall building and climb up it
And then I'll jump off, but wait, I'm afraid of heights
I have to turn off my lights some way with no frights
What's the difference if I go out quietly or with a bang?
There's a ledge, there's a rope, guess I might as well hang
But that's some bullshit because I know it won't work
What if my neck doesn't break on the first jerk?
What type of shit is this? I guess I'll just slit a wrist
But that's way too slow, and plus, what if the veins missed?
I've abandoned all chances of begging and all chances of living
Guess there's no obvious circumstances of giving
Now if I'm gonna move on of free will
The only way to eat a meal is to rob, steal and kill
But I don't have it in me and I'm too damn friendly
You're my enemy because I'm broke and you have plenty
That's how I justify it in my own mental riot
You're well fed and I'm about to die from this diet
So you be quiet, and give up all your shit calmly
I'm ornery and I have a rusty screwdriver on me
And if you try to fight then it's going in your neck quick
I'm a derelict but this is no lunatic rhetoric
So take it seriously and don't try to screw with me
Don't get furious or curious, I want your jewelry
Yes all of it, hurry up I'm being tolerant
If I choose to kill you, huh, the police ain't solving it
Cuz I'm a nobody and nobody is witnessing this robbery
And after I kill you, I'll kill myself probably
That's right, I'm gonna kill you now I'm so sorry
But I got all of your money plus the keys to your Ferrari
Making MCs freeze and drop to their knees
Like getting caught smuggling ki's to Caribbean seas
At ease, I puff trees till I look Chinese
And immigration says "Can we see your green card please?"
My rhymes never ricochet needless to say
I'm just like the word kill only minus the K
If you hear my track play close your eyes and pray
I'm just like the word basic only minus B-A
Top of the food chain rub your brain with coarse grain
Sandpaper dipped in glue and glass so there's more pain
I haven't reached my whole goal till I've got your whole soul
Over beats so hot that they stop drop and roll
Extravagant far from arrogant it's just apparent
That I'm better than any MC and I'm declaring it
I'm giving stitches to phony bitches acting vicious
Chefs around the world claim my flavor's delicious
When it's talent they lack, then it's beats they rob
I shine so bright the sun had to quit his day job
It takes dedication to rip the ill iteration
Quite amazing blazing hotter than Cajun incineration
Crime MCs pretending to be deadly and steady with the gun
In reality they're ready to run
Before you learn to run, you have to learn to walk
I'll help the cops out and write my rhymes around you in chalk
[Chorus]
I got the deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this
Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this
Deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this
Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this
[2x]
I don't give a fuck like I'm celibate
The truth, I'm telling it, battle MCs for the hell of it
Why you get bent just selling it, that's irrelevant
It's evident Benefit's beyond intelligent
Go ahead and bite, my style isn't edible
My rhyme's a jawbreaker, type incredible
Pitiful, that you're not taking me literal
Left in the hospital, shaking a little
I'm breaking a little; you break in the middle
Of your body cuz you're weaker than the strings of a fiddle
My style's deeper than the themes of a riddle
Time to belittle, no chance for acquittal
The judge and the jury sentence you in a hurry
To get beat down in a microphone flurry
I don't worry, but my eyes are getting blurry
Cuz I see so many phony fakes of fury
Touch this, and you can catch one fist
Right through the center of your chest, won't miss
You're hopeless, even with the chrome vest
I still penetrate to your heart, don't test
I'm the sickest MC, the quickest to be fighting dirty
You're biting early, quit acting girly
I grab my trusty pen out of my right pocket
And stab you in your brain right through your eye socket
[Chorus]
When I battle you with wordplay you can't walk away
Cuz I'll break both of you legs and crack all your vertebrae
With only one look you took and your whole crew shook
I don't need a phone book because I'm always off the hook
Grab your head twist and crunch like twisting a Dutch
Then battle crippled kids and beat them down with a crutch
I calmly casually humiliate your family
Punch your mom in the face for raising a whack MC
Bend your sister over yelling "Who's your daddy?"
When she replies me I simply put it in slowly
You'll never be the thug you wanna be even with the bid
Even if you did cross me I'd get even with you, kid
Occasionally I really start to hate the phony
So I reflect reality through my testimony, do you know me?
I spit a flash flood to splash blood and, rash, dug
A grave in fresh mud for the last thug
Who came incorrect and didn't respect the intellect
Recollect he who drove in the fast lane wrecked
The industry slept while true fans paid attention
Tales of battling a legend whenever Benefit's mentioned
I'm sicker than the average man when tearing into competition
Whose ears are blistering from listening
For fame I'll rip the skeleton out your flesh frame
And rearrange your bones to spell my name
[Chorus]
[John F. Kennedy speaking]
We dare not forget today that we are the heirs
of that first Revolution.
[Benefit]
Critical, outlook on life seems miserable
Criminals running one nation indivisible
Reality is struck, morality is fucked
You try to get a job but you're probably out of luck
So you systemize, eating lies politicians sell
"Vote for me" reality is "Follow me to hell"
Mutated chicken cells 10 on the Richter scales
Alcohol on the rise with increased liquor sales
Inevitable downfall is evident
Spend every cent on your chemical, but can't pay the rent
What's that all about? Nation under God falling out
Free will first amendment rights freedom calling out
Prisons are allowing homosexual housing
Where faggots fuck in cells and guards find it arousing
A prostitute spreads her pussy lips for a target
She's garbage witness primitive animal carnage
She's getting fucked bloody laid out on the carpet
So she can buy coke that the government put on the market
In lust we trust sniffing dust in the condom I bust
Uncle Sam don't give a fuck about us
It's all monetary get our oils and the military
And it very well may be we need revolutionaries
If you want to get fisted enlist in the system
And get fucked by officials who call themselves Christians
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Social security number's my tag
Phony-ass politicians with fake charm
Catch a bullet in the head I got the right to bear arms
Understand that powerful planning is mandatory
Often in this category death can be the story
Trust no one, be a vigilante, pack a gun
Think the cops give a fuck if you run? Come on, son
You'll catch a bullet to the leg, or the back, or the head
Hot lead penetrate soft flesh, now you're dead
Game's over, you lose, ran out of continues
This is the real life drama, it's the Ill Street Blues
Our country leads the world in political scandals
While graffiti artists are labeled criminal vandals
Expert military networks
Performing underground radiation so your head hurts
Classify everything, tyranny with no king
Inaugural poetry, the caged bird sings:
[Singer singing Star Spangled Banner]
O'er the land of the free
"Uh He...he is an enemy of our religious teachings."
"I know...you want him...eliminated?"
"Precisely."
Through out history, mans great mystery
From continent to continent
A recipe for hypocrisy
A multitude of killin
The worlds biggest villain
Continuously fed ignorance and blood spillin
Kill more people than AIDS
And more people than raid
In combat by troops with explosive hand grenades
So people hold poisonous snakes in his name
So people like to concentrate and self inflict pain
Emaculation brought on decapitation
Situations unbearable for human habitation
Devastation rain from nation to nation
A fool with a cause equals self-defecation
Blind to the facts when reality attacks
Just turn your back, mumble some words then relax
Proud of what you say? But you act a different way
Keep on judging others and your pain will go away
Raise your children wrong with exception strong
And they'll walk a crooked path difficult and long
To declare it and understand incoherent
Leaves a person the weakness despite transparent
Take a look around you not just in the front
Watch ya pockets real close and beware of a skun
All the dark secrets built up for a while
Can be hidden on Sunday with a suit and a smile
[Chorus] x2
"I believe what I say"
"That's quite obvious"
"They BELIEVE what he says"
Scratches
"I believe what I say"
Scratches
"BELIEVE what he says"
"And think of it, the people believe..."
In the past, nothing stood in its path
Even women and children felt the wrath of the bloodbath
Believe what I believe or face death
If you disagree then you'll have no face left
That was a sentence; ultimate and it was repentant
Become a mortar and be buried in the trenches
The same tradition that's carried on today
But instead of blades swinging, bullets ricochet
Anti abortion advocates throw pipe bombs
While the ignorant gather to worship icons
No independent thought; sanctity bought
At the price of a life and they thankfully fought
Robots in the light, programmed to recite
Words that'll make the dog night run in fright
This thing is very dangerous when in the wrong minds
And evidence finds that this shit easily blinds
In the human existince, take death for instance
The topic of discussion can shorten the distance
Be careful of the food you bite
And when digestin it, keep your own thoughts in sight
Puppets move by a common thread
Never taken the time to let thought in the head
Instead, eatin all the bullshit they fed
Thats why nintey-percent of the world is mentally dead
Well my style's free it can't be held in any cage of prison.
While you resorect my rhymes, I practice blaytin' playgerism.
Livin' in the age of wisdom but surrounded by the dead.
A BENEFITIAL sage's wisdom sent to pound it in your head.
Sound'll spread, eardrums bleed, round this bed drownin executive,
Soul Sick Records is found, crown instead, dirty openly, with a low blow below the overy, thought to be extinct I practice ancient Crypto Poetry.
Rips so nobely the elderly, call me gentlemen.
Taken over sound wars with an instrumental plan.
Subtle stand but dominant, hobble man yet prominant.
Cause earthquakes by nodding heads on all seven continents.
Rotting like warm fruit that spoils in the south.
When I spit so hot this saliva boils in my mouth.
Flow words above your head, to make stretch and catch an eighty-six.
I wrote grafitti daily with an Etch-A-Sketch
Dialect Chili-Raw, go ask the nurses what they saw
Doctors died when I opened up my mouth to say Ah
(Ah, Ah, Ah)
Throw hip-hop on time with culture, style, and mike, wear black shades because I rhyme in ultra-violet light.
Silent night, wicked light, womens lace wearin' sinfull.
Blow speakers leavein' remnants, of bass snaring and symbol.
If you bite this make sure you chew at least a thousand times.
Because it's difficult to swallow even my weakest rhymes.
(Chorus)
Behold(behold)let the hip-hop unfold, the glorious sound brings youth to the old.
Behold(behold)let the music control, the wonderful sound brings truth to the soul.
Behold(behold)let the culture be bold, the brilliant sound brings heat to the cold.
Behold(behold)let the world know, the emaquilent sound will constantly grow.
I lace my drumloop witha nasty old C chord.
I murder swiss beats with a Casio keyboard.
These toiling M.C's, got my soul-sushin', their gold-rushin', while I bring it back their old cold-crushin'.
Boring clean beats offerin' no thrill.
You can call my mouth "SOIL" cause it's just so ill.
My mouth is dangerous, and this is something I fear.
Killed six girlfreinds wisphering sweet nothings in ears.
I was born to be profound, and I'm not new to this.
I used to rhyme my ultra-sound out my mom's uturis.
Lyrical crusafix, Hip-hop why have you foresaken me?
East and flow rise like yeast and dough in a bakery.
No matter the condition, spittin' Bennie O' Blissin'
And like Mister Rogers I'm nice to any who listen.
In a mean way I never sat by the lips of the kind.
Rhymes written, so brail will burn the fingertips of the blind.
Words pierce any armor so that's a useless vest.
Grocery store skill, cause' what I produce is fresh.
Highly selected beats, like when a Pope was chosen.
Science baflled by spontanious dope explosion.
Death at an early age is all the lost deserve.
M.C's are like fast food ice-cream, soft served.
As far as sales, it's something I don't bring up.
Cause' I'm outsold by dirty fat women backing that thing up
(verse 1)
Life's got me mad
But if I had a midget I'd be glad
To watch him jump around on my nintendo powerpad
He'd have a big head short legs and long torso
The name that I give my pet midget is little Gordo
I'd teach him tricks like backflips and side kicks
When company came over he'd perform and get tips
While I'm eatin at night, in the kitchen he'd be able
To get the food scraps that I threw under the table
If my midget was ever mad and acted enraged
Then I'd take him to the bathroom and put him in his cage
But If he kept acting up and really made me sick
I'd hang him upside down and poke him with a stick
Little Gordo would be good most of the time though
He'd like to wear a helmet and run around yelling Kaiyo
I'd take him for walks in the park on the weekends
And if he saw other midgets he'd say Can we be friends
He'd only need a 3 foot coffin when he was dead
And he'd be in the guiness book for the world's biggest head
What a funny little fellow, but don't call him a shrimp
Or he'll attack your leg cause Gordos a tough gimp
He'd have a pogo ball that he'd bounce on for hours
And dirty little fathead Gordo would'nt take showers
When Halloween came, he wouldn't be a chump
Gettin all the candy goin round as a tree stump
(scratching/chorus)
Midget is a midget
Midget Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Midget
Midget is a midget
Hey you guys- Word
Midget is a midget
Midget Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Midget
Midget (wo-wo-wo-wo-word) is a midget
Like a midget in a urinal, I was gonna have to stay on my toes
(verse 2)
Sometimes my friends would chase Gordo with a gun
It be fun
Because midgets wobble when they run
They're so close to the ground and so easy to kick
They're so slow in the head and so easy to trick
Gordo could do somersaults his special thing
At the fair I would make him enter mudwrestling
Sometimes he'd wear stilts and pretend to be tall
Then I'd kick him over- and then i'd laugh at him fall
Silly little Gordo, just be yourself
I'd put wood on his head, and he'd just be a shelf
He'd do funny little dances but that's irrelevant
At the beach Gordo got attacked by pelicans
He had a girlfriend once, but she was an ogre
It didn't last long cause he couldn't fuck her sober
Gordo had a problem, Gordo wet the bed
so i'd make him wear diapers on his ass and his head
He'd have to clean up his own cage himself
And if he lost a little weight he'd be a keebler elf
He'd really be something, my mangled little munchkin
Plus his head would be larger then any big pumpkin
This perfect little fool would make a perfect footstool
Sometimes I'd kick him in his head and say "bitch be cool"
I'd have a great life, I'd be happy I know
If I only owned a little pet midget named Gordo
