[horn scratching beat intro]
[Verse 1]
A lot of these MCs tend to freeze
When someone mentions kicking frees
Talking 'bout he's kicking a freestyle
He must be senile
Forgot that he wrote that track last night
That's right
If me and that nigga battle it'll be his very last fight
Ate him up down to the last bite, with maple syrup
You're up next
After you I'll drink a Beck's
Contact another L, listen to raising hell
Run these MCs back to the lab
When I stab tracks I slash backs
Max like simay
Bring your ass to the battle, see what happens
Give me a beat to rip on, and Mr.Lif will catch frames like a dip-on
Snapshot when my rap drops from my track
Rocks and jams your lap-top
Cause your disk drive can't get this lad
This guy willing to diss guys in the right of disguise
This is what wack niggas despise
[soft voice]
I hear what you're saying,
But what is it exactly that you're doing
[Verse 2]
I go back to the future like jiggawatts
Come back to present time, they say this nigga rocks
This jam probably shocks blocks
And throws djs in the beat craze
Yes ladies and gentlemen real hip-hop is back
The gotta rip tracks, smack the wack until the stage crack
Get off the stage black, you're of lesser caliber
I battles stars like galactica
So if you're fucked, get up I'm coming after you
After you see me you'll probably flee
That's no use, cause I rock rhymes and stop signs
Jam up your block lines
In text with mic checks
Chop MCs necks then say next
Every concept is a bomb threat
Feared by the pentagon, wear a center-bomb in a black box
So the black shots
Now they want the guard with the black rocks
Cause the fight against crack-rocks, and give back glocks
To suffering ghetto tenants who got out of detox
And bleedox that report for slave ships and beat the shit out of those that
wave whips
Have you heard of Mr. Lif, word is flav flips
[horn scratching beat heard at beginning]
[Verse 3]
Any MC on my shitlist gets ripped with the quickness
All those in favor say 'I like witness'
I'm about to get physical like fitness
You paper like litmus, you'll get busts
Now increase my implant, I've been amped
I've been champ cause I'm quite tight
Mr. Lif is old school like Light Bright
Scaring nigga like fright night
We might fight cause you might bite
Try to walk my tight rope and I might scope
MCs that think they're quite dope but can't quite cope
With a style that's sinsicular to sickle your throat
Quote for quote, note for note there's no hope
Now carry that back to your crew and ask them what they wanna do
Probably nothing
If they said they wanna see me, they're probably bluffing
Probably only tough in the bathroom mirror
Rhyming over r and b tracks
But I still bump, ease back like it was brand new
That's while all my shit stick like bamboo
Ain't no situation I can't handle
When it comes to you and your mic getting mangled
I take some time out to take your rhyme out
And if I can't be there myself
I'll create a genetic replica to step you
[horn scratching beat heard at beginning]
Go to the beach
And realize that you got a scanline across your tanline
And find microchips in your hands
Fluid in your grands
As a result of somebody else's plan
That nobody really understands
Even though it spans across lands
African soils, Arabian sands
It's airborne yet it seeps through dams
A new disease that you caught at Mickey D's
In your Quarter Pounder with cheese
Ordered with ease
Super size please!
Can you believe
People ain't even survive through the drive through
And they thought they were live too
Pulling off, pumping Rob Base, stuffing fries in their face
Over a billion served
What they never deserved
So as they drove away they swerved into the curb
With their heads on the steering wheel
Kids blacked out in the back with a fucking Happy Meal
What a crappy deal
But it was only $4.99
So there's more people in line
Yeah, the plan's running fine
The parking lot is now a burial plot
Where you can park and rot if you can find a spot
Government agents came swooping in
Removing men, women and children from the automobile
What a steal
Now the car's repossessed and sold at an auction
The people are dead but the money keeps talking
Proceeds go to building bigger bombs and missile launching
The masses respond by just watching
Here comes the shit talking
Did you hear about what went down?
It was plenty live
Catch it tonight on FOX 25
World's greatest mass murders
Entertainment for all living observers
You'll probably watch it while you're eating some burgers
Go ahead and gobble the lies - here's the fries!
The TV
They said the TV did it
You see me?!
I'm in an easy clinic
They're checking my health, checking my pulse
What's the result?
You've been in a cult with several adults
Oh lord!
What shall I do?
Exorcism!
High priest, unleash three extra rhythms
He's shaking and his cells breaking down
He skipped town
Well, it's a manhunt now
Shots deflected
What the fuck you expected?
Thought that I was that disconnected?
You're dead, kid!
Who shall sustain this reign?
No one!
America is run by the few, the chosen
And what's your name?
"Fair game"
Take aim
You can point at who you'd usually blame
It's a disappearing act but the structure's intact
Breaking your back
Hey, I heard a vertebrae snap!
Got healthcare? - no
Welfare? - maybe...yes
If so, don't move - we could use that flesh
Just a portion from a failed abortion contortion
Mind sterilized
We can't let those thoughts in
Well, the FDA - they're not here today
But the FCC watching what you say
So let's calm down and take everything slow
If you feel that you must lick a shot then BO!
Frustration
Living in a plush nation
Wanna wash the blood off your hands but you can't
It's on too thick - too many trips overseas
To disarm bombs or spread a disease
You got it?
I got it?
Epidemic!
Panic!
Widespread!
Nine dead!
Did we lie down and pull the covers over our heads?
God damn it!
[Mr. Lif:]
Take my check
Take my intellect
Take my self-respect
Ban my dialect
Hang me from a tree
Slice my neck
Take my head as a monument of the hatred of opposites
Take the time to sell my culture
Count how you profited
Take a break
Take two
What's it gonna take to make you
Understand the man I equate to
I create crews
One thousand, two thousand
Fuck it, bring the whole central housing
Take a trip to free brothers from penitentiares
Judges steady handing out centuries
That nigga got life for growing weed
Ah! See the plan?
He could never be a man
Never get to help his fam
Just like Apartheid that didn't die back in '91
Parents were subject to interference
If they caught you late trying to raise a son or daughter
They'd use a gun or a knife as they summoned slaughter
And I wish I could ring the blood out of your clothes
Give you back your afros and your strong black nose
But what's done is done
Who's gone is gone
Once again, the sun illuminates bodies at dawn
And I yawn and grow weary
Succumbed to old theory
That strips my wits of thoughts I used to hold dearly
So clearly the gold nearly ended existence
A young brother who hungers, lying there shiftless
A rich brother who hovers, hoarding his riches
A fatal divide
Acts of the colonized
It's a worldwide unwise data that leaks when we speak
Repeats 'till decency depletes
Then leaks through our moral fabric forming havoc
We're left reminiscing what was written on a tablet
It's a path we've forgotten - lost in our heads
And I know they're listening - so P.S. fuck the feds!
[Aesop Rock:]
And I know they're listening - so P.S. fuck the feds!
Hold weight, hold water, hold your head above the latter
While I'm at it, hope your story holds a little when it matters
The mold inside his holding cell became proof of the leak
Now he holds his tongue behind his teeth in a room with police
One call alloted, tried to holler at his cousin
Who couldn't hold his liquor, let alone hold the discussion
20 seconds in he pass out on the hold button
'Till his quarter ran out with the dreams of ever holding something
No, it isn't folklore - Yes, it's morbid
If he hold heat, he'd probably hold grudges, not horses
We grew up in the hold it now hit it
When hold it down meant it was better to hold the crown, not the image
You bow to a gimmick, you bound to hold back the incentive
Which your friends will hold against you
When you haul back to the village
Fall back, crawl back to the killers
Who couldn't hold a candle to the actual definition of "illest"
[El-P:]
Little man said I was fired
Under artificial fire up in the sky
Florescent tungsten hovered under cubicle design
Interrupted just before final synaptic nerve could fire
And I lost count right as I got up to the last digit in Pi
What a fiery piece of trash (bastard)
Why, I ought to fire the boomstick in your face and tell the tribe that it was (magic)
You tried to take my soul but now it's (fire in the hole)
And I'm fired up
Walking through the office firing automatics
You didn't start the fire - you simply sparked it
Next time you light a fire under my ass better hope that you're flame retardant
Arson is in my bent heart - you're begging to see the (billow)
Of the smokes of the fires of Odin - enter the fire starter
See, every little monotonous moment that I punched the clock was equivalent to furnace fuel
In the form of a (fiery rock)
Welcome to trial by fire measured in Celsisus
Success..
[Mr. Lif]
This is rock bottom y'all, I never expected it
In order to be businesslike you must meet the prerequisite
Leave your culture at home, smile, don't be too proud, too wild
You may suffer, just don't cry out loud
This notion of proffesionalism is like an exorcism
Forced to give your life away while you're earnin' a livin'
These thoughts had stopped me from rejoinin' the work force
but now the situation I'm in, just seems to hurt more
Maybe it wont be bad, maybe it'll be good
I could use a little structure in my life, maybe I should
Take my suit and tie out of the closet
Try shinin' my shoes and brush the fuckin' dust off of my wallet
Let's consider the prospects, make a couple phone calls
Now so many interviews you know I got next week
I'm strictly goin'from the bottom to the peak
I'm ready focused and determined to get back on my feet
[Chorus]
[Aesop Rock]
Daddy had a name tag that said, "Busy Working"
Mommy had a milk carton that said, "Missing Person"
John had a new baseball glove, with nobody to learn with
That's oil and water trying to mix on the same surface
[Mr. Lif]
I got a job at a business place I chose not to name
Ask me how did I achieve this so quick? Yes you may
Back when I was compiled a stunning resume
I didn't value way back then, but boy it helped today
I'm pushin' every single thought of rebellin' away
I'm workin' real hard, and my pockets are swellin', and hey
Can you believe I met the girl of my dreams, I swear she's meant for me
We've been together over 2 years, goin' on 3
We married on our 4th anniversary
Bought a house and turned a room into a nursery
For the bouncin' baby that we're expecting in June
I sat in that delivery room from noon, to noon
24 hours of labour then the nurse asked me his title for the paper
You know, so the government can chase ya'
First name: John, Last name: Insignificant
I'm smiling like a proud dad; I got the birth certificate
Go to the house and here's my
and I looked around and nothing's good enough for her or him
So my 8 hour days became 9; 9 slid up to 10; a subtle slip up to 11 and then
And after a 12 hour day, I too little energy to say 'I love you' to my baby
Or play daddy to J, and I thought this was the way
o be a husband and a father
I guess I could've looked in her eyes, and seen I lost her
But it wasn't my fault, I'm workin' hard, it couldn't be
I've been successfully existing as a member of this family
I was so convinced the household had to always be complete
I didn't realize the only thing that's missing is me
[Chorus]
[Mr. Lif]
There was never any talk of divorce
I can't believe how focused I was in the face of such a huge potential loss
Thought I signed a greivance with the boss
In fact, I was mad at my wife, as if she's trying to knock me off course
But I still visited the florist, to get her flowers
(When the last time I did this?) Hmm.. not since our wedding shower
I got home and I was greeted by the fact we'd been deleted
I was someone that my wife and child thought they no longer needed
And before I could say, 'Where's John?'
I looked down and he was clingin' to her arm
I realized-ed that I'm wrong
I blacked out and by the time I came to, they were gone
But somehow I sat and shook my head, and then I carried on
And I still completed 3 weeks of work, before my breakdown
The ambulances came and I got medicine to take now
And it's hard to get a job when you been treated and released
So both my relationship and my career had deceased
It took years to put myself together, peice by peice
And thank God I found a woman that's propitiate with me
And I'll never let this happen again, it's not to be
I'm ready focused and determined to get back on my feet
[Aesop Rock]
Daddy had a name tag that said, "Busy Working"
Mommy had a milk carton that said, "Missing Person"
John had a new baseball glove, with nobody to learn with
Status
[Lif]
I was mad dip
Butterfly collars and shit
Chains from the slave ship
Dreads with the wave kit
Bifocals and wing-tips
Velvet pants and a velour coat
Looked in the mirror
"Damn I look dope"
Folded up the singles in my loot-clip
Put a sock in my pants on some Uncle Luke shit
Dressed to impress
Now I'm ready to go
The club is twelve blocks away
And I got no loot, so
I walk ten and take a cab for two
Black duct tape over the hole in my shoe
I've got the hottest dance steps:
Running Man, Cabbage Patch
Plus the Robocop, then I bring back the Walk
Jaws will drop, and all the ladies will flock
Brothers thinking, "What he got that I ain't got"
I'll tell ya fella, it's written in my best seller
It started to rain, I got no umbrella
The walking turned to running
Still I look stunning
Covered enough ground before my
Taxi could summon
Got to the spa and hopped out at the front
Tripped over the curb, limping cuz my toes were stubbed
Then I tried to give pounds to people I didn't know ("yo, what's up y'all!")
At Lucy & Joe's, my destination was the back door
Not because the bouncer told me not to come back
I'm just sneaking in the club because I got it like that
[Insight]
I remember when you used to be broke
Ignored when you spoke
And people would take you for a joke
You used to go to the club, and look like a scrub
But couldn't afford the admission
From outside you're looking in
Waiting for a chance to slip by
You slide through the back door
But you wasn't supposed to be there
You'd look like an idiot if you got caught, but you didn't care
Just as long as you got your groove on
It was smooth sailing, they was playing the Thong Song
You're feeling shorty with the boots on
Cutting through the crowd sideways, it's time to move strong
To cool kick it, say something slick off the top
Flash your jewels, fix your suit
Fidgeting with your wristwatch
But while you was in the corner acting the big shot.?
They threw on some hip-hop
People got on the dance floor
And a bouncer saw you standing at the corner near the door ("Hey you!")
He started walking your way, to muscle you out
Since you refused to pay
So there was nothing for you to say
When he blew up your spot
And threw you out the front to the floor
("I told you not to come back here!")
Past the bar on the right through the double doors
You mumbled and swore, stumbled and tripped on the pavement
("Goddamn.")
People in line started laughing ("Haha!")
When they threw you half-ass
Screaming that you wasn't allowed back in
But that was back, acting like nothing happened
You patted your Tims off, depressed from embarrassment
It could have been fresh, it would have been lavish
One day you'll make it and won't have to deal with this madness
[Verse One]
Seconds after I have been swept off my feet
Open through the doors and in steps the beat
Complete with medical packs and four fours
Looked at me and said "damn this nigga need god"
Bored, apart in the streets he got beat
The meat, a disinfranchised he left wheat
Me, these images I could'nt ignore
Personas of the rhythm who just walked through the store
This man's slim, sported a red glim, notcing damage within
We remove bullets and pack skin
The kickdrum slur reopen my eyes, he say don't worry
At the clerk he say don't fire rounds in the flurry
And I have bad, tied the hostages with his gat
Told 'em break the fuck out and never look back
They have the form like meiogy for the kamikaze
Then they got me walking out pass the local paparazzi
I see y'all re animated, sure kick get damned a flavor
We came to save ya and we came to, pull back the data
I repay a major situation across town, my music is lost sound
Cause they had us locked down.
They meaning sucka rappers had us heard past
Comic clowns who be making shit sounds and laughs
Then they facing masteries, just fittin lack of pieces
Whats dope and hope that we accept the wack atheists, jesus
Wheres the chamber? Allow me the become the scum rearranged uh
They said "focus ya anger" and bring the rhymes that you wrote
Because these folks will hang ya
I accepted their concerns turn to him and said
"fuck that written shit I'll flip that kid off the head"
What about the feds? Ayo we left them a decoy
We didn't want the beats to know we brought back the B-Boy
[Chorus]
Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) [x4]
[Verse 2]
Hip hop is so wack, the beats are fighting back
And I was sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's mark the rappers out with two head with
Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff
Step by step I'm headed toward the set to analyze the threat
And make him regret, the day that we met
I suspect he got a smooth box, I head into the rooftops
Where I'll make me strategy so I can splatter them
They were only half of them, five less rappers alive
So we can vibe the stand and then, dope they didnt coincide
They were half religous, and vicious, with dark wishes
Which is to assure the core of hip hop which is snitches
I dropped dimes on how to travel back in time
So they can melt and miss the nine pioneers patterns to rhyme
And I'm furious, seething at what I'm seeing
Soon those niggaz won't be breathing
Ive seen what I got so I'm leaving
Cause I wanna, set up to stop up for the evening
Niggaz hopped on my shitlist with a swiftness
I'm about to rip this, come fear witness
[Beat plays for About 20 seconds]
[chorus x2]
[beat changes]
[Mr. Lif begins rapping]
Mic Check!
We had ill static, over illmatic, I reached for it
This nigga said I couldnt have it
So tragic they try to counter my magic, I'm rabid
I reached for his fuckin face and grabbed it
Nigga, how the fuck did you figure
You can Interfere with the music so potent
That I need to just go for a moment
Before I moved on.
Then I heard two songs
Spit flavor from those head up the 36 chambers
I'm about to bring this nigga danger
He was illucive an uncle tom carry a nuciance
Strong and spiritually useless
I gave him flashbacks, of niggaz gettin treated like labrats
Beatin with sticks and straps
Hidden with conscience, held a mirror up to his face
The motherfucker jetted out of the place
Who's next to get me vexed this rapper making idle threats
Claiming that he got contacts, I stepped to him slow
Looked deep in his eyes, see another person was within him
Cause he's living a lie
A rap nearly operation
Told him that man was not meant to leave earth's population
These talks left him pacing, now he suffers from brain disintergration
No thoughts or information, it started raining visibility low
This had no effects on my abilities though
To murder an MC is standing procedure
Looked and see this cat gone follow the leader
But I'm a cheater, the abdomen and chester leader
The primary feature, my intense earth to to bleed ya
All this blood stream, and I'm steadily aiming
To find the next nigga for naming
Thats when the death sticks came in, hand me
This mega large nigga tried to brand me
I thought the mega blast to enemies
Then my mind aged to centuries
Futuristic data, for a complex matter
This power left to cater, I can compete with the equator
Smiled I can see him through the earth's vapors
Looked him up and down, as we walked toward solid ground
What mind, jaw dropped looked what I found
Classics like Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, EMPD and RUN DMC
But when we get three feet
Criminal mind takes a nation a mill, Time to kill
Run DMC self titled, this nigga my arch rival
Survival, not liable, got up close and what I signed couldnt believe
My enemy was a genetic replica of me
That means self is the biggest tour
It could me the bigger fall, a truly vicious type of war
So now I'm thrown off, taken back to back, I didnt know how to react
To lack a plan of attack, but it was in full effect, connect
He didnt affect my intellect, but thoughts I couldnt accept
Images of my grandmother in that old folks home
Became Very vivid in my dome, this method of rap is telepathic
Damage of my mental fabric, hell a vibe or I have it
Criminal I can't stand it,or understand it yet my torture was expanded
By thoughts that he commanded, had a vision of my uncle sitting down
By himself, meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health
Chronicle inseperable thoughts, to my head
98 percent of which were absorbed by my dreads
The other 2 percent I accepted, just so I can feel the heat again
Had a vision of my defeat of him
So now I'm back, strapped and intact
Increasing my brain waves to maximum impact
Thoughts were un holdly, slowly up he looked me up and down coldly
Like I'm the motherfuckin chrome be
And I am damned I dropped the mic from my hand
Saw some open land so I ranned
But as the gem has past hearts, my man had blast shots
Bloodcots stopped ciculation from my nog
My ego's dead my humiliation to mumble feeble shit
Suddenly had a dream of desert eagle clips
So who's me, maybe this oozie, cold hard and steel
With a sign that says use me
I call on Susie, and tell what you see
Usually, I wouldnt let a biter confuse me
Much of this instance, make a difference
So started to think with, the innocence fit infants incents of incest
Burn in inscents, I'm intense
Funny how the powerful scent just dense his senses
Dont even comment on the senses, I sent this razor sharp tone
To relentless, sequences that leap fences
beating all human kind to defenseless
So I shift for, never sick for
with a swift sword, clipped and flipped this mic for
Speechless, never wit weakness
he tried to use the heat of his desire to beat Lif
Be my guest, take a guess who was left to mess
And at peace request
I summoned the sun to burn a whole in his chest
[Insight (Mr Lif) {T-Ruckus}]
Its finished!
Its finally tuned up
Technical tweezes have
Tightened the loose nuts
(Now we can remove cuts as soon as they move up)
{Ruck's in the back with the ax for the cuts
Removing their bones to build thrones in the dungeon
Hungry from war Dead bodies get bludgeoned}
Gun em!
(Examine the Pulse Cannon
The result of diligent planning
Serving the area site)
Now scanning four hundred soldiers
Approaching the landing
{Their family's abandoned,
They're on a fool's quest
Organs liquify from a blast in the chest
This hardly a test for my
Power cosmic bomb shit
Trauma an absence of logic
It's what they displayed
Motherfuckers fillet
And the blood of ten men
On the end of my blade}
They try to invade
(We slight from their raid)
{An aura of death}
(From the suckers we sprayed)
[Chorus: All Three]
Ready, Set
Aim, Fire!
Burn, Turn
Salute, March
Charge, Launch
Tally, Pull
Devestating Energy
(Behold)
[x2]
Feel the fluctuating blast of
Concentrated energy
A deadly dose of shock churn through the enemy
(Potentially)
Paralyzing
(Damages)
Resonance
(The effects are evident)
{I terrorize infinitely
Exert myself minimally
Certain death is the penalty}
Revive 'em
(Clear)
We got a pulse here
{Ready on the left}
(I'll prick through his right ear)
Now give him his nightmare
(Terror)
{Got him!}
To be sure that I stop him
I chop the ??corpus collosum??
(The enemy claims)
{Their power was awesome}
Toss 'em in the moat
{(Their body float)}
(They're panicking 'cause their is no hope)
{Po's beam reflecting off my (Chainmail coat)}
The sergeant is done
Slam the commander
{Body count taken we're burn downin' banner}
(They didn't understand the incredible force)
{(Knights Of The Round Table)}
(They battled and lost)
[Chorus]
[Statik Selectah skratches]
"Bodies may have been hurtled by the blast"
"When the building collapsed"
"Damage" "Casualties"
[Verse 1]
Lif, a new state of mind, new state of being
Constantly striving to understand what you're seeing
Finding the courage to stop fleeing
Problems that lie within
So this is where we begin
Self-esteem: something that's diminishing
Look upon the faces of the youth you'll see them withering
Societal pressures can be imprisoning
Look at the effects that they have on us all is rather vividly
How many women you know with eating disorders?
How much makeup on the faces of our pre-pubescent daughters?
Dudes are acting macho and they don't know why
A famous never-written motto is that "boys should never cry"
Keep all those emotions bottled up, now what's up?
You can't communicate once you became an adult
Situations got brought 'cause you had lockjaw
Your kids ended up learning about life from a pop star
But I feel that rap is more real
Matter of fact this music's gotten me through many an ordeal
I was laying on a stretcher kicking rhymes by Eazy-E
After falling off my bike while holding food from Mickey D's
So I chilled, had to calm my mental state
Happy with the knowledge that the music helped me meditate
And while I'm healing waiting for this world to erupt
You can catch me sitting next to my crate pulling out cuts
[Rakim...scratched] "Pull out your cut"
[Spoken]
Yeah that's what I'm talking about right there
But yo kid, yo I was buggin, you remember "Watch Me Now" by Ultramagnetic?
Oh of course dog, my favorite joint though was Gang Starr
What's that joint? How's that joint go?
Wait, yo I think I remember yo
[Verse 2]
I'll flip, you know I'll flip the script
I said I'll flip, you know I'll flip the script
The Guru, he's been my idol for years
Ripping shit with Premier, making the b-boys cheer
And the GZA, Investigative Reports
He, Ghost' and Raekwon, they didn't take no shorts
Plus the R, 'cause that's the way that it has to be
These brothers redefined lyrical mastery
And I could go on cold pulling cuts for days
But I got something to say about you rappers today
Your rhymes drop in weak spurts so you bite 'til your teeth hurt
But I'm your dentist so meet my apprentice
Chucky, and Charlie Bronson from Death Wish
I couldn't hoard all of these medical skills and be selfish
It's hard to say rhymes with no incisors or canines
I kill all the weak minds, administer brain ????????
Cause I'm the type of kid that's on the positive tip
But that's because I suppress my urges to slaughter you quick
But this time I just can't fight the feeling
That's why I'm smiling as your small intestines dangle from the ceiling
You're over, as KRS has said on the track
[KRS-ONE sampled] "It means return of the real hard beats and real rap"
[Vast Aire]
Vision is blurred yo
[Mr. Lif]
This is the last chapter
Bombs hit who? Crushed what?
Over there? Oh my god, oh dear
I was hmm.. I think I was *h* movin somewhere
About to paint my fear bright glare not quite clear
Stay blinded to the light of possibilities
Think I heard the screams of those in my proximity
On how they started thinking wishfully
Guided by fear I'm suddenly aware
Please, is anybody out there?
[El-P]
It was a gentle fission kiss on my block
And hot light like a baby breathing sigh a terrain
And now my name is merely left
Suckin on brain exist before the final flash
The emotion of pretty details of a life I had passed
Now my warm night in Brooklyn is ash
Falling from the snot of loosies that I choked
Around the corner from class
Before the moments when the moon can move fast
Another summer slowly growing with the friendships
That would end with a blast
Or how the hours could so blissfully lag
She slid her tongue between my lips and I gasped
Told my dawgs and they laughed
Now we're combining our cash at last
A pack of smokes and a flask
Hopeless liquor with a (??gas path a maa??)
[Jean Grae]
Convert to atheism denounce god pronounce religion dead
Faith in nothing trace my wrists with razors
I refuse to wait for the blades to erase my spirit
Death - faced with it - run to it - not from it
Swallow all the pills in the medicine cabinet
Chase it with a bottle of 151 hung mommy
Head outside the smashed windows in trash my hotel lobby
Break the grip off the time at last
I find I get to him up Wish I did more sinnin
Get a strap on run up in two women
Laid in the middle of a highway wait for pain to hit me
Still a can with people lootin screamin come and get me
Finally it was porn shop biggest gun crowded street
Blow my brains to hell - I'm gone - and let the devil come for me
[Akrobatik]
What's the chance that I'd be one of the last ones left of my preceders
The Earth Crusher came before I could even conceive a fetus
But I did go from nothing to misunderstood elitist
Who tried to tell his people the lies instead of acting like defeatists
But what good is that? Cause we're now all goin to hell
Like some kid playin in his class out talkin before the bell
I died believing in righteousness but I could have indulged more
Cause giving in to temptation don't seem that raw no more
I heard some airline offered flights into space
I shoulda took it to see earth before they matched up the place
I thought I'd be alone when they finally came to get me
But nobody gotta miss me because they all comin with me
[Mr. Lif]
Our horizon was accessorizing we bred more need
Best believe this be the equation of greed
I need a new car and thus new breaks
Another tune-up with lube
Whatever's put together shall be unscrewed
In times of famine we made more food
Food made more people
It's all explained within the cycle of evil
Would I trade it all?
Cruisin down the highway on a bright summer day
Gazing out a plane to see the earth from miles away
Watchin the patriots win the super bowl
Grabbin that fumble from Ricky Prole
Or my stereo provided me with rhythm and soul
I don't know, all I know is I feel guilt for
Every single thing I've ever bought and sold
I shoulda been at more demonstrations
Planted bombs in corporations
Murdered CEO's and cancelled TV shows
Burned billboards and torn posters
I coulda read more
Finally I get to meet this god they left us dead for
And its ill, its power to the form of a bill
To which people killed by manipulated free will
Conscience be the crucifix a chopping block for poppycock
And I can feel our spirits drop upon these streets I oddly walk
Enough talk! Here's my last chance to cherish a thought
My flesh is fully melted and my stomach's in a knot
So to my love I hated to leave you alone
Parted my zone passion took me to places and my life was a poem
Baby I was on my way home about to catch a flight
Our meeting has dissolved in radiation and light
Love you gave me made me shine
You're gorgeous with a powerful mind
You lifted my spirits and strengthened my spine
I'm at peace with my life cause knowin you was divine
You made me see eternal beauty in a world that was dying
Now we're all ground by the grind
Out of luck and out of line, out of signs
[LIF]
Check it out
I been waitin', playin', for a long time
X amount of thoughts carried out in my mind
I turn on the TV, I see crime
Script written diligently and aired on time
Push the power button, now I'm to the tower somethin
Opened up my fridge and found nothin
Tipped to my room with an aura of gloom
Wishin' I could write another tune
But my hands are paralyzed, plus my eyes
Wanna shed tears, but it's not possible, there's
The burden of things I couldn't bear
Feelings weren't dealt with properly
Remorse follows me
With his good friend, the threat of poverty
Here's where I am, versus where I think I oughtta be
There's a certain chance I'm a victim of circumstance
I take a look at myself and at first glance
I see who I recently thought to be me
Based on identities public and private
Behold the radio pirate, ya nigga
A felon, chillin' with a gun to your melon
A pimp with his pockets swellin', a jester
A slave with wounds that fester, the wanna-be
Pre-med 3-D dread an academic reject
Hopin' to detect life, erect what god gave
Human laws are laid, we go to war, come back
And come up with more
I'm kind, friendly, your worst enemy
Charming, crass, and potentially
Dangerous, have you ever heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch
[EL-P]
This is not my beautiful melting identity
The thoughts that I can't manipulate for the safe line
Is personal, one amongst many is the macro,
Made from the pain of the fragile
[x3]
[LIF]
I still say fresh dope and things of that sort
I don't shoot up, smoke crack, or take shorts
Your thoughts are always welcome, I seldom
Won't enter another's perspective, corrective lenses
Are somethin' that I wear, so I can see the globe real clear
Look, there's famine over there, plus the families in fear
Of disease and distress that lingers in the air
These are the words of a man in purgatory
Words of a simpleton living in oblivion
Is this the model for life you will envisionin
free as can be in a world of imprisonment?
I dare you to check new territory
American dream? Time for another story
One where I don't choke to keep afloat
I'm sick of livin' on false visions of hope
With a knife to my own throat
Stick of dynamite inside my overcoat
Because I know the ropes
Reality in this world is bought and sold
A very limited scope of life is shown
And I'm just one of the mold, fully controlled
Left to erode in my humble abode
You won't hear me because I got no loot
You don't hear me because you don't compute
I'm docile, psycho, have you heard of such?
I'm invisible and impossible to touch
Single mother, who are you? (I phantom)
Office worker, who are you? (I phantom)
Caught up in the system, who are you? (I phantom)
Tryin' to earn a living, who are you? (I phantom)
Depressed and uninspired, who are you? (I phantom)
Hard-workin', broke and tired, who are you? (I phantom)
Seekin' education, who are you? (I phantom)
Now this is my escape from many things on many levels
I couldn't settle the pedal these are words of a rebel
Come and dance with the devil in the bloody meadow
The ground is metal from the armor of a soldier's medal
I used to revel in the ways that were before me
Go to school get a job c'mon you know the usual story
I was 18 and just about to hit the college scene
On to Colgate, considered it prestigious and pristine
What I mean I was told that in life there's a goal
And this goal, those without it die unhappy and cold
Another unwritten code, a savage story that's told
By the media, the medium by which were controlled
It doesn't benefit the spirit or the soul so when I enrolled I went bold
Here's the list of things I wanted to know: MYSELF
And a list yet the jest professors are pissed tally up the classes I missed
But I did read books, opened up my mind, took a look within
Noticed hip hop was oozing through my skin
Cut my demo at the end of '94
After hustling to get loot, troopin' far and sleepin' on floors
Went to college as an athlete, was feedin' a fade
And came home as a dread who used his pen as a blade
Did I make the right decision; well my folks don't think so
I let them down I'm in my room I'm locking my door
[Hook]
New man
I'm black, strong, intelligent man you ain't steering me wrong
New man
I got heart, skill; follow my collar drop knowledge and build
New man
They can't hold me back, they can't hold me back
My once beloved room became hell; burning flesh is the smell
The temperature rose, my self esteem fell
In the morning I would rise to get some cereal
Then return to my torture quarters for my slaughtering burial
Paralyzed by the tears from my fathers eyes
Couldn't even raise my head to know the somber skies
Mom and I would sit and chat about me getting "back on track"
She'd leave, then I'd crawl into my lack of confidence trap
What a vicious format
The system sets parameters for livin'
By using tunnel vision funneled to the money system
Ads are dads, sitcoms are moms
Dollars are our legs and arms, and our heart is a bomb
Detonate if you hesitate to slave or matriculate
You'd better participate, survivals your interest rate
Financin' is Manson, hopes are held for ransom
Powers dance and sorrows the anthem
Well, let's return to this point in time where I'm
Standing next to my ex job's "Help wanted" sign, you'll find
My mind overflowin' with adrenalin and energy
I infuriated my enemy with my integrity
Essentially, if you want to work there, don't mention me
They'll cut in half your pay and punch your face as a penalty
I'm self empowered hit the showers, I'm on the road
I'm goin' to the club, I'm out my crib, I'm lockin' my door
[Mr. Lif:]
Brother Murs with the keys to fame [x3]
Crazy respect, crazy connects
Got me so busy I'm dizzy so what's next?
Look up the in sky
It's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, it's brother Murs with the keys to fame
This guy got crazy respect
Crazy connects
Got me so busy I'm dizzy so what's next?
[Murs:]
I got a call from George Bush
Says he knows about your trap
How you put Kanye up to saying all that
Used it as a fool proof scheme to distract
The government from the true political rap
But look, I got your back, Lif
That's what I'm here for
You want, I can throw you on a track with Al Gore
I got him on hold
He's waiting on line one
I can have him drop a verse just as soon as my rhyme's done
[Mr. Lif:]
Nah, son!
He don't write his own shit
This is not a good look
Politicians are crooks
[Murs:]
But look, that ain't a reason not to impeach the president
Plus, Rakim's been trying to reach you at the residence
What, you got your ringer off?
Think you need some downtime?
You know there ain't no rest to this underground grind (true)
Plus, we got that show in the Caymans
And you ain't even packed yet
And what about the ghostwriting job for Ben Affleck?
I'm your ambassador of kwan
Caretaker of the coif
Telling every single male groupie "step the hell off!"
Marshall Mathers, Shawn Carter, even Andre Benjamin
Call sayin' what an inspiration you have been to them
All they really want is a couple of guest appearances
No more cameos
Take your album serious
You turned down Nikki, Paris and Tara Reid
A dedication to your craft that your fans won't believe
Forget the King magazine girls
No time for silly hoes
Gwen still mad you missed the "Hollaback" video
You gotta call her, Lif
No time for stallin', dude
She seen you at the Grammys
Bitches fallin' all over you
[Mr. Lif:]
Yeah!
I had to tell the ladies to chill
Won four Grammies from the strength of my will (power)
Pivotal, digital maneuver
Yo, Ak!
What did Craig Mack say? (Computer!)
Told you back in '99, none can test
One arm
Earth in my palm
And sun in my chest
When I yawn it's dawn
My tooth chips
Lunar eclipse
Now everybody's running for their limos and whips
My target: the red carpet
The dead market
I'ma have to end this shit the way that it started
That's when I pull out my blade and start slashing
Just my way to say "fuck high fashion!"
How do you remain in the game so long?
Take time off yet return so stong?
Well, I've got something to tell ya'
Nigga, you're gonna need an umbrella
My reigns begins right now and never ends
40 days and nights of sightly sights
We know Lif
And you're not the type he likes
Better teleport, son (Oh!)
Here that nigga comes (Hello!)
What are you doing here?
You've got a synthetic frame and human hair
I've got a cybernetic chest so, yes
I'm pulling the plug
Soon as you glitch
My dome itch
Another revelation presentation
Beyond estimations, guesstimations
Analysis, I'm wild at this
Don't even ask what style this is
You could never even breathe on my styluses
So head back to Skipjacks with that, they're hiring
I burned up the stage, now they need some firemen
I find dissecting your frame and chewing your myelin
Inspiring
And totally tiring
So I'ma rest but I'll be back
And while I'm gone rap niggaz better not slack
I'll eat you like a snack, black
Play Blackjack with Jack Black
Do a no footed Nac Nac
Play Hack Sack
Nah, I'm into football, so fuck that!
Hut one, attack!
So save all the smiling and folklore
[Mr. Lif]
Begin initiation, it's been too many years awaitin
While other niggas fell off I been contemplatin
What's the best to blow up the scene
Murder all the wack and get away clean
Plan one, all the wack got done
State by state, one by one
And peace to my niggas in the ton
Here come plan two, separate they crew
Divide and conquer, because it's evident I'm stronger
than the average man generated by the ganja
Some mc's got 40 ounce hearts and blunt brains
and they frames are supported by a spine of cocaine
But I'm rollin dimes wit ya minds
Sippin ya heart and on time ya spine is
in lines exported to Peru
and I'm about to flip on somethin illa
tippa Heinekin or Miller the blank page filler
Until ya bring the ruck this is just madness in a cup
[chorus]
[Jeru sample]
superscientifical madness [x2]
[Mr. Lif]
Whether in the studio on the road or on tour
my mic remains raw
verbal, metamorphosis of metaphor
In the cocoon to incubate ascend to higher rates
Never no time to wait TC can kill the rhymes annihilate
My suffixes cause eclipses
Mad elixirs for dime smokin blunt fixers
My flow snatches the earth off its axis
and leave civilazation on galactic paralysis
My analysis is that of an exodus
Synthesis like photo, "Africa" like toto
Ya unto my dojo, the setting is Pluto
Then back to earth to kill niggas wit my judo
Sixteen century foolbro, on horsebacks through your thorax
Relax drink up, this is just madness in a cup
[chorus x2]
[Mr. Lif]
Line by line I combine phrases to braze kids
The rules of my raps form labryinths and mazes
Melting glaciers cuz my rhymes warm globally
broken ozones casualties and microphones
Whites bury tones in my headphones
Whirlwind MC and my flows are now cyclones
Go on blow the earth up in the stars and
I tiptoe the constallations just like Starman
But even as particles I built rhymes by molecules
Black holes all fallin to rebuild ya cells and folicles
My brain cells are jail cells where my thoughts dwell
amongst the smoke of a thousand L's
I'm still increasin peace signs to wrap my piece in
And I'll be keepin tissues for those that's weapin
You win it all to lose it all, riches to the winners
to the losers shells fall all in all
I'm breakin hearts and hidin traces, unitin the races
and gaining mad speed from cop chases
This place is blowin up, this is just madness in a cup
[alarm ringing]
"Oh my fucking god man, ahhh. fucking serious"
Jesus Christ, man. already?
Man, time flies like a motherfucker."
Rise and shine!
Yet another day to toss away
What does my clock display?
It says eight
Shit, I'm late for work again, so then
I dip with my pad and my pen
Step into the work place with my work face
Wince at my time card cuz I'm scarred
Mad cuz I sacrifice my day and gets me
A trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty
Now I'm off to slave quarters
With a whole bunch of other people's sons and daughters
Working so they can be mothers and fathers
Laboring real hard, hoping the boss offers
More petty cash to his bums and paupers
Kissing his ass cuz they hoping they prosper
Here's the math:
You work a thirty a day, away
The government takes a thirty a check, correct
You go home and drink cuz you don't get
An ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked
Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute
It's temporary, not infinite
Yet I find myself looking at the clock
hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself "Why?"
I'm doing this remedial work for second graders
I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so
Maybe I should just jump up and get ill
Maybe I should let these people know they're being killed
Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid
Cuz I gotta pay bills, raa!
"Excuse me brother, can you please stop making that noise
so I can talk? Thank you. Now the boss says he wants you to come up
with more copies of these checks, and the last thing he wants is you to
move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?"
("Hey there champ, big boss man says you been late
3 days in a row, better sharpen up")
Aw, this fucking place sucks - same shit everyday
Like to wring the boss' neck though, if only dreams could come true
Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust
How much did it cost?
Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind
"But he's bleeding!"
Oh no, leave him. He'll be fine
He'll heal on his own
if you just give him some time
Considering the fact that his face is misaligned
His legs are over there lying right next to his spine
"Lunchtime!" Huh? Oh, Jesus, must have been daydreaming
My boss walks by, he's looking just like an asshole
Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow
He's cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though
Tickled by the fact that I'm the modern day Sambo
And just when I think that I'm about to go Rambo
I call up my man and he says he understands, yo
We all are being murdered by a similar process
Whether you work at the candy store
Or slave at the office
The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy
They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony
But if you listen then you know that shits out of tune
Cuz the function of our life is just to work and consume
Fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room
Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom
But since I really ain't getting paid for my time
I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme
Can't you see that I'm busy, jerk?
Don't you dare approach me with busy work
Take another step and get hurt
By the man that embodies mad years of anger
A cool bro, soon to be the Boston Strangler
Everything inside of me is about to erupt
Cuz a righteous individual just likes to corrupt
I knew he'd lock me up if I started a brawl
So I deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall
"Yea that's right motherfucker
you can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time
That's gonna resort to crime.
As a matter of fact, you know what?
Faks, yo cut this motherfucker, man."
[Chorus]
Well I have arrived
And over the years I've tried to sit back
And watch niggas that think they top notch
What did I spot, niggas is sub par
So I came to claim your jugular veins
First name (huh), Last name (whew)
I'm still not ready to reveal my identity yet
Enemies keep testin
May I step back and make a simple suggestion
Please don't approach, I'm highly unstable
Don't pass me the mic cable, I'm infadeable
Let me ? tell my life story, but I got to hurry up
And kick it, because the feds are lookin for me
Once upon a time I had to slay crews
And the story never ends like a treuze
Describe the process first they bruise
Then blood ooze, Down streets and avenues
Cops search for clues, They found a black hoodie of mine
And some raggedy shoes, you could be a casualty too
Traces, I'm in various places, I look like everybody of all races
One of sciences most spectacular cases
A man of the earth to be discussed for ages
The un-just lust at the wars they wage us
Pass me the bong nigga hold the papers
[Chorus]
I'm high now, niggas can die now
Every morning when I see the sun rise I bow
Then I stand up, Pick the land up
Got the whole globe in my hand what
Am I disrupting your day, shhh
Listen up the universe has got somthin to say
I translate, while all of my jams wait
All life is clingin to the wings of mans fate
And you cant clip the cords
So I find time for inner reflection when I'm bored
Maybe I'm made of liquid metal like T2
Cause after you blast me my dome is see-through
But I heal real fast, Here comes a real blast
12 mega bombs n ash, And after I get rid of your frame
Why dont you come back to the crib and play some videogames
(doorbell) Thanks for checkin me, sit on the couch
Pick up a controller and lets play Tekken 3
Whoop that ass 4 times now you wanna switch
You can use Eddie now I'm Dr. Barsconovich
Lay on my back, spit in your face
Pump up the bass, take your shin sweep the leg
You startin to beg, stomp your nuts headbutt
Break your arm, nigga be ghost oh I forgot your already gone
[scratching] "drop drop" [scratching] "drop it"
[scratching] "drop it"
[Insight]
The sun has risen, as it glistens
through the trees like a prism
I listen to the earth's rhythm
the wind speaks to my instinct
with the earth I'm in sync
sharpening the blade of a spear
with the heart of a lion
in combat, though I'm real slick
the salt in the water help my scars heal quick
cause see I mastered survival tactics
and lasted weeks without sleep
hunting for prey and while he rap its
[Mr. Lif]
(rather primitive) Who's that?
(I'm stats, DATs, money stacks, tax) Which language is that?
(identity with a little tyranny)
But I don't need chaos, I have peace and serenity
(you won't find hell in me
see psychoanalysts for therapy
come prosper and live plentily)
my existence is heavenly
(you were meant to be greater)
allow me to pray to my creator
(nigga you are the maker, life giver and taker
take control, you should feel safer)
but I don't even feel threatened
(you need weapons and apparently a classroom so you can learn lessons)
[scratching] "don't let them fool ya"
[scratching] "I'm here to school ya"
[scratching] "you need knowledge?"
[scratching] "open your eyes"
your terminal is senseless
(I'm rational and actual, here
let me send a fax to you)
but what is a fax?
(ahh, curiosity killed the cats's
swimming pool and mattress, bust a book of matches
credit cards and debit cards)
checks, cars, incredible odds, devil gods, laws
federal generals headed for Mars with medical cards
fixing Mother Nature's technical flaws
(hmm, you learn quickly, now you're with me
move foward and never look back in history
focus on your omnipotence, teach your infants this
kiss the barcode on your wrist)
"kiss" all six senses are on point
(telekinetics?) naw, I didn't forget it
utilizing earth, I can mold dirt into flesh, summoning
sandstorms, on the highest mountain I stand on
I make the sky cry fire rock then ice will drop
its wind spin, your spirit and soul ascends then
(now you can blend in, lets hit the city streets
so we can get your feet accustomed to concrete
build a strong fleet of soldiers
tell them what I told ya
we'll chill on the moon when we're older
and thank God that this Earth life is over
devour the sun and make the universe colder)
extol the master, spinning planets around my aura
like an orbit, set a mountain on shore twist my fingers
and force this into a tornado, raw fatal
I make grain flow, draining clouds into a rainbow
I master math, infused bionics with biology
police carry shotguns inside a robotic knee
the impact of my psychology can atomically wipe out
and devastate as soon as I meditate
(so why don't you demonstrate?) I think that I might
drop a bomb on Nagasaki just because it's in sight
(you've arrived) leave the world (brutalize) sacrifice
(human lives) take flight (to fight) attack tribes
(this will be the legacy of you and I)
who's you? it's just I
Now let's talk about self expression, true expression
Open your minds without question
No doubt, tell me what you're thinking about
Let's try to set aside pride and clout
Can you believe I feel the same exact way you do?
You truly do believe these modern ways have fooled you
Systems exist so we never meet each other
Pretty soon from now that I'll long the word "brother"
And that's true if they see you walking with a crew
If you don't know, that means more than two
I'll tell you what they'll do
They'll pull over, hunt you over
Kick your ass, nightstick to your shoulder
I know it's unjust, as if it wasn't enough
If you try to fight back they're locking your ass up
And Chuck already told you that a cell is hell
But I'm waiting for the phone so I'll sit for a spell
Call the guard, tell him I'm a piece of God
With no beliefs in his streets or his boulevards
I eat, read so my mental is hard
And the heat from my anger just melted the bars
They reach for their guns so I put them to sleep
Break the chains and put the shoes back on my feet
He's on the loose with no discernible scars or marks
Just the mind of Mandela and the heart of Rosa Parks
So I dip, time to see the governor and mayor
Tell them life ain't fair and see if they care
Well they do, but only if they are the heir
So they appear to have a heart and make a flair
But they haven't done shit for us and that's a fact
Their only function is to keep the funny money where it's at
And it causes pain, stress
Ask me if we need a different way of life (yes)
Headline: Bush steals the presidency
He needs the backing of the media what could the remedy be?
The country's headed for recession reminiscent of the Great Depression
Are lives worth a world of power? Easy question
Planes hit the towers and the Pentagon
Killing those the government wasn't dependant on
It's easy to control the scared so they keep us in fear
With their favorite Middle Eastern demon named Bin Laden this year
Bush disguises blood lust as patriotism
Convincing the living to love "Operation Let's Get 'Em"
But when he realized we don't support their attacks
They needed something to distract, hmm, anthrax
This further demonizes Afghanis
So Americans cheer while we kill their innocent families
And what better place to start a war
To build a pipeline to get the oil that they had wanted before
America supported the Taliban
To get Russia out of Afghanistan
That's how they got the arms in
They're in a war against the Northern Alliance
And we can't build a pipeline in hostile environments
Here's what your history books won't show:
You're a dead man for fucking with American dough
They killed several birds with one stone
While you're at home with anti-terrorism up in your dome
But my eyes are wide open and my TV is off
Great, 'cause I save on my electricity cost
And you can wave that piece of shit flag if you dare
Usually I'm at the bottom of the sea, dormant
But every now and then I call upon the torment
So I emerge, feel the rays of the sun surge with power
Then prepare to tear and devour
And after that's understood I let my sounds blare like Underwood
After this, lightning and thunder could
Crash in the sky and project down to the terrain
The heat makes blood bubble in your veins
Waves of energy channel through your feet in the form of a beat
Rally back your troops, retreat
Abort mission cause you know can't compete
You're weak, fuck a backup plan, delete
Cause after the mega-charge
I grow mega-large
Increase in size so no one survives
You can't believe what you see before your eyes
Yes, the god Lif has returned to terrorize
Armed forces came out ready to brawl
But at a hundred stories tall niggas look small
This is the part where I stomp on Kong
Rip through the city, crush and romp
The [bus sailed]? at my frame but hit the flesh
My eye beam connects, burns shit up and wrecks
Lyrical Teks, slash necks
Blood splatters all over my specs
Body parts are found in tape decks
So visual you can't watch the scene
If you press stop the gears lock and pop your spleen
Then I start to finish em: metaphor, simile
Mr. Lif has broken out the heavy artillery
(I got artillery
Keep aware
I got artillery
Lyrics are ammo
You ready?
I'm always prepared for warfare
Get ready
Time to drop this real heavy)
Release the crack and then summon the gods
I defeated Zeus and Thor, now they want more
I call on the rains so now let it pour
To soften up the ground so I can bury the gore
Book me for a show son, send me on tour
Where niggas are fair game up in the airplane
I'll battle everybody aisles A through Z on the free
But none of them are fuckin with me
Watch how I maneuver this
Hype rhyme past the stewardess
Without her even noticing
Yes, I found an opening
You lost cause you weren't focusing
Now your dome's hot and smoldering
Open up the hatch so I can drop out the cargo
Cause I'm known to blaze stars just like the argo
These rhymes are going far beyond your belief
I'm like the Golden Child: each and every day I eat a leaf
Gimme the wreath, I'll have a feast
Gain knowledge of self then I plan to conquer the beats
And I'll build back your mental piece by piece
Giving brand new life to the mentally deceased
But after this the situation gets truly hazardous
Torturous, disasterous
Imagine this: experiencing hell right after bliss
In this experiment I'm the catalyst
Welcome to the realms where money is God
And they tamper with your brain 'til you're a spiritual fraud
As you focus on these words and enter the mind state
I slow down your pulse then increase the rhyme rate
Fall into deep psychosis, what's the prognosis?
Osmosis: underwater diffusion
Welcome to the realms of liquid illusion
Where stationary things appear to be movin
Look at your speedometer, how fast are you cruisin?
Thoughts race, images flash, you're gonna crash
But maintain your focus and move with agility
Cause Mr. Lif has broken out the heavy artillery
(I got artillery
Keep aware
I got artillery
Lyrics are ammo
You ready?
I'm always prepared for warfare
[Verse 1: Edan]
I be the E to the D-lux, A to the N-fo
All you businessmen ain't saying it again
I got rhymes galore, much more than your
Rap dinosaur, poor self-claimed connoisseurs
Literature hurts when dealing with short skirts
Never fess technique immaculate and effortless
The top of Mount Everest, yes the best bet
Express non-stop, all aboard to the core
Raw relaxor, for the fact you're
Craving, paving this route just like a tractor
Taking the time, to be making a rhyme
Equivalent to a prevalent shrine
That's dedicated to the utmost elevated
Whether it's off the top or pre-meditated
Listener elixir my words be medicated
The verbs regenerated, the crowd was animated
If you're evaluating me, what would it be?
Number 1, 2, or 53?
Well it really don't make a fucking difference to me
Cause I'll be doing this for eternity
Learn to be the best MC that's steps ahead
Didn't have a plan, so you was left for dead
Didn't have a van so you rode your bicycle
Birth and death is just a part of the life cycle
Watching a ball game you want to be like Michael
But he can't be you, that ain't see through
That's the true facts don't idolize him
Lace up your kicks bust your ass to the gym
Develop your skills, explore and work hard
Know yourself and never desert God
Cause that's the free force, the infinite resource
I used to eat spaghetti with tomato and meat sauce
Now I rock veggies with the sauteed tofu
Demolishing a pimp politician 'cause I'm supposed to
[Verse 2: Mr. Lif]
So here's where it starts, I rip apart charts and break hearts
Balance book knowledge with street smarts
A man from your fleet thoughts he's found he's fucking fickle
Pass the sickle (chill) here's a riddle: now who abuses money from taxes?
Makes a law then seals it from the people to make sure that it passes
Using evil's axis to access to all become fascists
Using our greatest fears to lash us
(Usher?) No another sucker, he's got a bottom lip and no upper
Coming from the state down under
(Tess?) Yeah she had a real good time there with her salt and pepper hair
Sending brothers to the chair
(Bush!) Yeah you guessed it
I could smell the dawn of armageddon when this dick was elected
Anger stored in hangars, weapons and propaganda
Conveyed via camera penetrate the slander
Those who dove into the pot that's melting
But waited eternally in line for a helping
You step before your turn, they bite your fucking hand like the ??? worms
Breaking you down with more germs
Disease is corrosive, light is highly explosive
Rhymes are cock and loaded, niggaz oppose Lif
I'm wrecking your dome while I'm escaping your focus
So pick your savior nigga: Jesus, Michael, or Joseph
I played when I was younger but those days have passed
(Yo what you do now?) I rip frames and laugh
I'm bombing your set like I'm a poet
Four heads from four feds who got dizzy once they saw dreads
Yeah they represent power
It means that when you come too hard at me I'm going to charge you by the hour
They bonded together and now they're strong presumably
My locks are proof that there is strength in unity
So now it's possible, I'm the son probable I see through all the bull
While you're in the huddle call the audible
Stop and realize you're the captain of a ship that has capsized
14 16" splitscreens all showing what you're viewing
What you doing? Withering away!
Black friday
Sale prices by Dionysus
The God of wine just bought a spine
Rise up from your couch
Get it now, go out
Follow the warm glow
(We sense you)
Open the door
(Who sent you?)
Our advertising so we know why you're here
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In board gear
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We've got Korgs here next to the cords there
Split peas and greens
Slacks with seams
Right next to your kid's dreams
Stationary
Gonne elope?
Buy a diamond ring and envelopes
Just delete hesitation
Implant impulse
In skulls
Roam the aisles till it feels worthwhile
Now bring forth your selection
Choose your weapon
Currency, credit card, mega card
It's never hard
We aim to please
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But really mainly just Master!
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We don't give a shit
This is. Verse. Word. Angle.
Microphone cords tangle, niggas strangle
[Wet] emcees done effed around and caught disease
This is verse one, lesson 3 lepracy
Liftedly, represents the Suns of Zee
Test we you must be out your goddamn mind
Rewind, and find, gems within my M's
Prostectic limbs, and mad scuffed timbs
But whens, your skill go into a rise
My crew prophesize ur demise I spy
So tell congress that I got bomb threats
And when they try to talk back, feel the buster
You silly mustard, just to go for the gipper
Put the mic down Lif ripped ya
Play your crew, lets take a picture
Smile while you wimper, you'll neva test a mic ripper.......
You don't. even. wanna. test a...
Rhyme manifstor, wack nigga injester
Is it the buddha blesser? Something
Got you mumbling, hopes crumbling
Try to flollow my lines but now you stumbling
Running when? You heard lif was coming in
But then again, pack 'em in
Lets begin, bring a friend
Just to pick up the shallow remains of lame frames
You tried you conquer me in a war of brain games
Hit 'em with the hexagon bomb the niggas tron
If you like the main course, deserts napalm
I'm on. The level. Of lyrical master...
Flows natural like disaster
After, I blast ya go and ask your pastor
Why verse 2 gave you asthma
You grab the mic the crowd drown in laughter
I have denied ur acess...
You wondered if I was nice but now you ask less
Caught your ass from filmline to wack fest
Chill while my man slash chest
[scratching]
competition - prepare for war time [x4]
Is you the nigga that said he was winning you a lion
I'll change the tides like poisidon
Now you fighting. I'll rain at infinitum
Clash of titans don't feel ashamed cuz this shit was meant for biting
Custom made serial number 0-0-3-2. Aimed right at you
Mapped you like an interstate you missed it in a date
Test lif and you got ate!...ball in a corner pocket
Got hip-hop locked kid
I hope you make a decision by using logic
Now hypathetically...If you every dreamed of testing me...
You enter healthy, leave diabetically
Paramedics be. Rushing for your support
I makes no sport. Your hole frame contort.
Now did you lose of course you were lost
Nobody told you not to test the mic of the north star
You want to goto war I'll take you to war
Remember my face the last thing you ever saw
So raw your chest will bust within 2 hours
I chill and guzzle ameredo sours
[scratching]
competition - prepare for war time
this is a battle rhyme in case u havent noticed
competition - prepare for war time
this is a battle rhyme in case u havent noticed
competition - prepare for war time
[Verse 1]
Mic check, check check check
Here's some funky fresh hip hop shit for 3000
Long after we've laid to waste all areas surrounding
Bass pounding, souls jumping, and you're pumping your fist
You've never heard a stiff body ripping like this
See I was stripped of my identity, conquered by the enemy
And now I'm faceless in the 21st century
You may kind of vaguely remember me, or maybe not
What it Ted or was it Scott, homo sapien or robot?
Serial number: aye carumba
So you look at me real deep in my eyes and then wonder
Hold up, I still have important things to say
I go home and watch news after stagnating all day
Just press play, cool out sit back and relax
And gobble up another earful of these undelivered raps
And just think that perhaps what we think matters
Delve into yourself and rediscover once forbidden data
[Spoken] Oh golly Lif that was really special
On the positive tip right? Well uh let me ask you-
As a matter of fact kid, why don't you hold up one second
and let my DJ get busy on this shit - go on Fakts
[Scratching]
[Spoken] Ho hum, ho hum
Yo that was fresh, now what were you saying, man?
You've been gone for a while, no one's seen you
What you been doing during your hiatus, man?
[Verse 2]
I sat back, I drank beers, I shed tears
I react, I see traps, I eats raps such as kneecaps
Scapula, clavicle, I call this ?????
Bones by the barrel-full, great meal nigga, I'm rather full
This section, digestion, blood rushes to intestines
When we met I left a negative impression
Yet another state of metamorphosis
I'm off keel, please pardon my awkwardness
Here, let me start with this: here's a hint like ?????
Let's calculate what you think my mental net profit is
Patience, something I was forced to learn
You must truly tap into yourself to make the records turn
So here I go, words make wind blow
I change the world from looking through my window
Angle, strangle any sucker duck
My mind done went outside and fucked him up
You picked the wrong street nigga you're outta luck
[Scratching]
[Spoken]Oh man that was like totally dope
Thanks man
You know I MC too?
Well you know what? I eat motherfuckers how's that?
As a matter of fact beat it kid
I eat niggaz for real yo check this shit out
[Spoken Skit]
Testimony #2A (Insight)
[Verse 1]
Daddy's got a new life now
A new daughter and a new male child
A new swagger wid some real style
New car new house brand new spouse
Little shitty dog named Pouts wid smile on his mouth
We'll be straight up we're forgotten cause developed a plan
Once the monkey takes some time to hang with his own fam
Hap' and gay to let ya know he still cares and such
Ya won't grow apart too much from bein' outta touch
But he wasn't there for him on the daily ghetto basis
In order to drop jewels I stay clear of the racists
Heavy promises became weightless
Sincerity became faintless
He's praying for a Santa A-list
Time is passin' by yet his scars remain ageless
He called him on the phone to say pop's
This'll take a minute of ya time
But his wishes were divined
By the disenchanted tone at the end of the line, hang up
He tried to look strong in front of mom back up
John stop lookin' forward to the day you gonna see him on
Dry ya eye to eye and you'll receive an embrace
From a lost heart that's pumpin' blood up to a guilty face
He's gonna try to find ways to make up for the last twenty nine days
Or was it thirty, I think he heard me
In situations like this ya speech becomes wordy
He's got a hundred million ways to tell me not to worry
But this time I wasn't hangin' on his every sentence
Ears crippled by the pain and negligence so was the tendence
He spoke I couldn't hear a word I zoned into black I observed
My only thoughts were missin' out on love that I deserved
Tryin' to convince myself I'm weak within the mental
The silence breaks because your father's guidance is essential
He's lookin' down with a smile sayin' that the future will be great
I don't see that dad, but what about the now?
Johnny come and leave ya dad alone now
Yeh it's just you and momma now
Stop the cryin' now, just try to smile now
Try to think of other things now
Momma's got another date now
You can get through all the anger and the hate now
Calm down and wipe ya face now
I know it seems to be hard
but I promise you we'll make it through somehow
[scratching] "And now"
[Verse 2]
Little girl their firstborn their sunshine
Never been a reader wrong get it right one time
Here's how it goes, she's off to school an' dancin' on her toes
At an hour long ballet class then on to the piano
Two hours of repetition, emulatin' class with music compositions
Do your homework with precision
By nine-o-clock she collapses in a heat of dizziness
But sleep so tomorrow you'll repeat ya busi-ness
She got straight A's a stroke of her stress
Throughout her maydays but drawn up out the melees
Her mom and dad tryna blame each other different ways she stop and gaze
Thinkin' how it drives her crazy when their voices raised
This the web that ruins most of her days
From her perfection was expected
an exec that workin' hard without receivin' any raise
At night she cries when she lays
Then she wakes up, washes up smiles and goes along like it's okay
On to high school, there's more intensity within her cycle
She's makin' all the guys drool
Here comes the extra tight rules
No late, not with college on the plate
Practice hard, study hard stay in focus keep ya head straight
Now she's a nervouse wreck, lookin' to collect
Anything that she can smoke swallow drink or inject
When she was mentally gone she went to the prom
Had dates and actually could sit down
discuss relationships with her mom
But tell me how much pressure can a person take
Before they break and maybe crush this on a large enough escape
So one night she turned in but stayed up late
At her desk with a single piece of paper and a papermate
Here's mom a federal team waked at daybreak
What she saw made her knees shake the death of dear Kate
The note said here's the future of your fuckin' perfect child
Please be proud I'm livin' for the now
Do your work, clean your room now
Take the makeup off your face now
Eat your dinner now, get off the phone now
Leave the boys alone now
Saturday night, you stayin' home now
Go to your room and sit alone now
Katie with the needle how
Look baby momma needs you now
Breathe now, God why did this have to be now
Mic check Rakim
[Opio]
Yeah
Playing like Prince
Purple Rain in Minneapolis
And snatch up your ?appleonia?
With the hazardous, batting averages
Swing hard like Joe Dimaggio
Akin to winning rap roulette at the Belazio
Opio's unstoppable, killin all the sacrilige
Keep my shit locked and loaded until the caps in this
Real as a Vietnam flashback, imagine this
Crushing your cardiac harder than an Aztec
I might choke or snitch [what?]
Like Slobodan Milosevic
[Oh shit] Holding on with both my fists
You'll the Ultimate Fighting Championships
Were jumpin in your living room
Fucking up your amplifier
So loud it damn near chipped your tooth [what]
I'm living proof that there's mind over matter
Your spine'll get shattered
+Three Eyes+ comin at ya [ha ha]
Faster than plasma beams, futuristic
[Mr. Lif]
The master dreams of a society twisted
One cult with everyone enlisted
Clingin to religion just to feel uplifted
Brother I can feel your aggression
Life on a whole is in question
We ignore what we don't mention
To err is human, but the road we're assumin
Stops all things from breathing and the flowers from bloomin
Now I'm no historian, but I recall
That ALL
Civilizations fall
We give up our control but we suffer from withdrawal
We learn how to walk now we're too proud to crawl
(You thinking large?)
(We need to think small)
(Man first the universe)
(That's the ultimate brawl)
Most people record songs about love, heartbreak,
lonelyness, being broke
Nobody has actually went out and recorded a song
about real pain...
Record labels, front on this
Too weak to resist? Front on this
Those who pack and waitin this, front on this
I dare you to front on this
Boston, front on this
New York City, front on this
Calley, front on this
I dare you to...
Yo, a lot of rappers all pretend to be hard
Then they bitch when I mash up their memory hard
Lookin like they gonna cry
But if you punks want more
then I have to 720 dump on ya
In turn my revolutions I am to go evolution
Then I emerge superhuman to the this metamorphosis
Ability to moarn and crust like in nature
So I turn into a paiger
Ride ravens on the bone of your hip
You come
With a blade I slit through your mid section
when I'm wreckin
Then free the skin without protection
Leaving the cops without fingerprints, DNA or
murderweapon
Next thing you know I list up for election
And during my campane I bust your damn brain
I came t fulfil all your needsand demands
So I start crushingall that stands with my hands
First command: resort back to the land
I limit your throat - you can no longer expand
I'll explain the cause of human life by a diagram
Front on this
Europe really can't front on this
Hoplesses like t front on this
I dare you to front on this
Police, front on this
The president repeatedly front it on this
The leake should not front on this
I dare you to front on this
The government tries to be all magnificient
But when I came to them, the sea split
Since then my potenty is been kept secret for years
We negotated over this
Then immediately locked behind rolls and squares
They scared cause I'm mentally equipped
so they can pick me with spears
Forcing my life to revolve within political spheres
Here's a narrow tip to your, you consider that
A primitive attack
But back then I was smarter than that
Able to vision the birth of rhythym
And two turn-tables with dj rippin
MC electrifyingly been rhyme-switchin
These connections generated and used a smart thought
Mentally strong with true power to alert
To those who need light in their darkest hours
These als reenforced souls had turned sour
It'll give courage to cowards
And put a stopto homicidal cops in watch towers
Front n this
Europe really can't front on this
Africa, better not front on this
I dare you to front on this
Japan, front on this
The UK may front on this
Canada, better not front on this
Aiyo, Lif, man (Yo, wassup, son?)
Yo, I'm tellin' you, kid
Yo, I heard your jam on the radio, son (Aight.)
Yo, on the real, it wasn't all that, man
All this hype, you know what I'm sayin', people talkin' bout
You do this and that, son (Oh, word?)
Yo, straight up kid, it's just wack, kid
Yo, I ever see you at a show, son
Imma run up on stage and...(Lemme tell you somethin, kid)
[Mr. Lif]
You step to the stage
Cause you think that you're fresh
But I'll burn off your flesh
Like David Caresh(???)
Skin sizzlin', now your frame is a scab
Let's play a fucking game of virtual stab
Take off my headset
To see if you're dead yet
You bled yet?
Still fled the scene
With a severed spleen
You scream and wail
As I follow your blood trail
I'm right on your tail
It's logical to catch you at the hospital
Certainly, you'll be in the "room de emergency"
Waitin' for some surgery
Or maybe just to suit ya
Guess who they called for the (???) maneuever
Armor, drums, and plus a lyrical luger
Me, mother fuckin' Lif M.D.
You think you're the champ?
Gimme the clamp
So I can pump more raps
Up in your thorax
What do we have here? A small intestine
No question, jack this nigga for his digestion
Plus his identity and the suspension
Suggestion- Make sure my name is never mentioned
[Hook]
Act a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boy (WATCH OUT!)
You're dealin' with a rude boy
Act a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boy
Who you dealin' with?
Who you dealin' with?
Act a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boy (WATCH OUT!)
You're dealin' with a rude boy
Act a fool, you're dealin' with a rude boy
I'm not ready to say my name yet!
Yo, Lif (What's up, kid?)
Did you have to (???) that kid
And have him stand in the front row
And look him in the eyes
Just to prove your point?
[Mr. Lif](spoken)
Yo, man, actually, it was just a standard procedure
Scalpel to Adam's Apple
Slaughter the Madula Oblongada
Then call his father
So, so what happened when you took it to D.C.?
[Mr. Lif]
Oh, let me tell you, son
Watch this
I run up in the Oval Office
The President's nauseous
He'd better be cautious
Before Lif launches
Another assault, his
Weaponry's too advanced
You give him a glance
He might present an ill
Bio-chemical sentinel
Here it comes
Funny how a politician runs and shits his suit
That he bought with money from selling guns to loot, perhaps
Came from makin' more (???) and gave ya a glance of cancer, and 21 salute
You were just another recruit that got shitted on in life's crap chute
The government gave you the boot
But now I'm in cahoots with alternative routes
Let's hold me, so we can tear down Wall Street
Actin' like a misfit, up in your district
Financial, the damage is substantial
My oath-limited growth, the law, you continue to break
Earthquake, set and calculate how long it will take to rebuild
How many people will be killed in your iris
Search for what doesn't exist
Lost in the mist with assist
From the microchip up in your wrist
I'll blur your sense of secure
Many have tried, but, none can deter
Me from this path
Political bloodbath
They question, don't mention my name if they ask
[Hook]
Yo Facts(Y-Y-Yeah)
Yo, bro, I got mad heat on me right now, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo if you be lookin' for a brotha
But, yo, you gotta promise me one thing, man
Yo, they gonna interrogate you, they gonna ask you who I am, man
You gotta promise me, kid, that you ain't gonna tell 'em my name, son
(scratching)
"Yo, you listenin'?"
"Yo no doubt Lif what's the deal what's happenin'?"
"Yo, basically we just had to break out the heavy artillery on those cats
an' hold it
down, you know."
"Yeah, true that."
"So I'm thinkin' we laid them all to waste so I step outside thinkin'
everythings peace
There's a couple stragglers talkin' 'bout they wanna take me to war."
"What, yo son, wha'd you do?"
[Mr. Lif]
I ran behind some trees
Gave my lyrical trigger a squeeze
Five rappers fell to they knees
I got a rhyme grenade
Pulled the pin out
Blew them men out
First one and from Lif has been sent out
Who the fuck pulled they pin out
Look how long the rapper waited
Is incovaporated
He got slapped and faded
I'm nice with nouns, pronouns and adverbs
If the crowd can't feel what I say
Add nerves (?)
With no buffas
I've had enough of
This is ridiculous
Jack them niggaz up like Nickalaus
Stick 'em like licorice
If you can't get hip wit this
Hot, stop
It requires thought
From the concious
My rhymes are missle launchers
Aimed at those were dishonest
About the opportunities in the land that they promised
Come to the show if you want this
I blow up the whole crowd and walk away the comments
The lyricist is fatal
Colossus [scratches]
The rap philosopher [scratches]
[Mr. Lif]
After that
The guard remained natural like habitat
I go to the studio
Grab a dat
Put it in
Let's begin
Gimme the cue (one two)
Package it up and send it overseas and rocks
Over mass hustlers and over Gs and spots
Such as Johannesburg and Belize
I bring apocalypse to earth and shake off the trees
And if you've ever seen me rhyme, you know
I'll drop a cool flow then flip like Kujo
And list yo' wack ass in the mile file
Niggaz need to go back and watch Wildstyle
Hip hop has arisen
Mr. Lif is livin'
And not dead or in prison
Givin you powerful thoughts to envision
Open ya mind up and listen
I'm on a mission
Listen gentlemen
The lyricist is fatal
Stand like colossus
Fatal
Colossus
Fatal [scratches]
[Mr. Lif]
So let the shallow MCs wonder where the park is land at
While I'm telling Indians to take they land back
Yo plan that
Coup D'etat I'll be Rex like Rawhead
Leavin' more dead wit my warhead
If you're seemed level here's more red
Looting battle quotes in my catapults
Let's see if these if these fly money having nigga's data floats
When I splatta moats
If you think you got fatter troups I got battle groups
Who've been down by parachutes
Send yo DJ back to find fatter loops
Oops
Those ain't the right ones
Ya sike son
Ya might run
But your whole squad'll get quite done
Whether it's nightime or under bright sun
The fight runs for 2 years
That's 24 months
104 weeks and 65 blunts
Daily
You can fuck with Mr. Lif, oh really?
Your label's paralyzed
Your camera maker see bailey
And he fear me
He see me lose my calm
Do them niggaz mega-harm
Mega-bomb
I'm mega strong
Roll my troops to Megatron
What you wanna broke yo leg or arm
A mega arm
With mega rhymes
Short circuit your brains to Sega-luzz
Earthcrusher
At last, the day of the blast
Disaster, welcome to the hereafter
Government powers in conflict
In a world gone sick
And they're heavily equipped
With arms to melt down cities and farms
The final stage witness the force of pure rage
While we were all at work
Trying to earn a wage
The targets are on lock
They're ready to engage
Finally to put to use all of those years of bomb testing
And biological questing
For better ways to destroy and torment
Now let's feel what we've chosen to invent
Blast off! Everybody stand clear
Missiles are in the air to sever and sear
Thugs, executives and cops with tazers
Trees are dust, skyscrapers are vapors
I'mpact! Now nothing is intact
Take cover, we're under attack
Delivering oblivion, one already hit
But look out, here comes another
Earthcrusher!
This is what we always feared could happen
But never dreamed it would
Nuclear holocaust
Already hit China, Korea
Next destination: Japan"
Napalm scorched your backs
And you ask where your tax dollars went to
So now they have sent you
A demonstration, devastation
Four billion degrees of presentation
Courtesy of some major corporations
You might have had stock in
But money can't stop the toxin
They crippled your frame while you were walking
Now your mouths frothing
Inhale, poison has replaced oxygen
Your heart contracts, aorta snaps
Lungs collapse
Fluid exiled of urinary tracts
In this atmosphere to which nobody adapts
No more petty crimes, nickel sacks
Rap shows or raves
Sunshine and bullshit holidays
Just radiation and tidal waves
Death to the modern day slaves
Running down the street with our arms raised
Atheists now give praise
The sounds of nuclear bombs
Whistle right past my ear
Headed towards Zaire
Many have died, but you better believe
That more are bound to suffer
Earthcrusher!
". 52 seconds since the last attack
Nearly a quarter of the earth's population wiped out
Added to the list of countries hit: Africa, West. uh, yo
I really don't know what's going to happen"
We support this through silence and complacency
While our government ruled the world under masonry
Made every nation regret their adjacency
Brutal hostility, now we're facing the
Worst burst of energy ever unleashed
I could have sworn I heard them say that they wanted peace
A quarter of the population is fully deceased
It's gotta cease, blood rush, my anger increase
Force, with no remorse
They need diffusion, knock em off course
About to unleash my own brand of holocaust
Gimme an ear mic, I'll start the air strike
Aimed at those who chose to
Sacrifice our lives cuz they're uncivilized
Surprise! Headed for the center of your eyes
Forty thousand megatons from my lungs
[whew]
My attack is stunning
Where the fuck are you running?
Incoming! World wide assault
I take out the US Government and then Russia
Earthcrusher!
"This just in, uh. New Zealand hit. Australia
I don't know what's going on. *screaming*
. Is this the US? Yeah, I know we got
Missiles on the pa-"
[BOOM!]
[Mr. Lif]
Check
Check
Check it out
Welcome to the outrageous, contagious
Style from Mr. Lif that amazes
Melts down polar caps with solar raps
When I drop hits, your shoulder snaps
For eight weeks you're doing that sling thing
Cause I was doing my Emperor Ming thing
Merciless, flying winged horses like Perseus
First we just, analyze the man
Small invisible form but grand
Mic removed from the mic stand
Now located in my right hand
Here's my plan, overstand
First I'll unleash my rage on the stage
Off the top of the dome, fuck the written page
Then engage in telekinesis thesis
Which verbally rips your bitch ass squad to pieces
I'm cold, the world freezes
In the ice ages, my mission was to ice sages
In head to head mental combat
Three two one contact
Wheres the motherfuckin combat?
Intellect slashes and leaves gashes
The rhyme smashes
This one in particular with no catches
After several mismatches
The comp had very few chances
The god advances to medieval times
To jig MC's with lances
In present time our eyes met on a few glances
And threw niggas into deep trances
Blew up R&B; and Jojo's dancer
Santa and motherfuckin Prancer
In victory my flow found the answer to cancer
And freed niggas from projects, Trenchtown to Atlanta
Talking of being fatter is senseless data
And useless chatter
That leads to another well-done rapper served on a platter
On, Jeffrey Dahmer Day, my favorite holiday
Served lukewarm with sauce, yeah hollendaise
[Speaking]
Hold up now, easy, easy, easy. You know they're not ready for that.
Scratched sample: "Come again?"
Suppose, this was a whole different time
Suppose, this was a whole different rhyme
I would come out on some real ill shit
Snatch the microphone and then start to kill shit
I'm ill wit
This whole rap format
Rippin niggas up at they doormat
Get off the stage, I just tore that
I moved the ?[sword]? at
Your jugular vein I'll gnaw dat
Police showed up and asked where the god at
What they discovered:
Enters the Colossus tape cover
Right next to the fake brother
Now take cover
Cause I'm about to take flight
Bomb dawn and break night
With the type of ill
Shit that you can feel
Just give me the steel
I'll heat up the stage and flesh peel
And bubble, society crumble
Infrastructure puncture
No survivors, sharp rhymes
Flip and clip the moral fiber
Who's liver, hostile takeover
My maneuver, Hans Guber
Babylon terrorist, nemesis
Vocal apocalypse
A billion degrees of unbearable
Unescapable, revolution
Due to lack of mental evolution
Rugged solution
Kill like industrial pollution
Melt down mines and stagnate the confusion
Step to this main contusion
It's the final conflict and look, Lord
The wicked man's losin'
It's no illusion
I can feel that you're improvin'
You got the data, keep movin'
[Scratching samples:]
"Data, turn your body into antimatter"
I notice that you mentioned your opinion
Oh, now they got a couple of things to say too
What should I do?
Listen or leak crimson?
All over the floor from my wrists
There, now you've got Lif
Some natural, authentic, completely genetic
Inherited fate trait
He was eclectic but he didn't make great
Status is a trendy little song on a dub plate
Give it some spins and it begins to wither
My nigga
What's up, my nigga?
Let's show and prove
Make moves this winter
Rent a whip and start riding
Look into my eyes and see those two worlds colliding
I wanna be home making records
Now I'm in the studio and all I wanna do is be home
(What's stopping you?) Who's that?!
Move back!
Drive me to the hospital, I'm at the point of collapse
Sorry, baby girl, your man is out on tour
The floor may drop out if I don't walk out
Handle my B.I.
See, I think I might have just missed my own life 'cause I'm working tonight
And the pressure [x4]
Sales, interviews, touring, performing at my peak
Man, I need sleep [x2]
Now what truly defines one's life?
Is it the legacy they left behind?
Well, this music seems to be mine
It's been nine interesting years in the game
Not too much has changed
I've still got a saw to hack up your frame
Performed at all your favorite festivals
Some cats do one show and blow
My destiny to live on the low
It's got me locked in the basement
In the winter in December
Open window, cold toe
Face down on the futon rocking yesterday's attire
Woke up early feeling uninspired
Staring at my album outline
At this point I've drafted up about nine
New Lif, yeah, it's about time
Maybe you've seen me on stage with Ace, Came to Perceptionists
Or read an article on how my verbal weapon is
Well, regardless how you got here, feel fear
Kick the kick, stomp the snare, goodbye the hi
Watch the rhythm die then resurrect
As I recollect
Ancient black intellect
Erase and redirct
Your collective minds to check a selective rhyme
Detail
Available at retail, griotmatics
Ipod and Treo addicts gotta have it
It's black magic that'll wrinkle time's fabric
Have you heard of Lif?
Well, maybe, sorta, perhaps
Now count how many levels that I smacked you back to oblivion
My heights olympian
I'm from the Caribbean, Barbados
All fatal
Styles that I construct and conduct in a manner like Banner
Sky scanner, eye jammer
40 miles above Highlander with my grammar
I shitted on Bush and tried to cap Santa
Rap vandalizer
Verbal brutalizer
Who's the wiser, me or he
Who moves to grow flesh in test tubes
I have mastered such degrees in less moves
My discipline
Envisioning
Ritalin
FDA approved, we lose
Medication taking brute forces
They battling and tallying losses
See how costless holocaust is?
Helicopters now replaced by flying saucers
Over the ghettos where some brothers are taught to bust shots
To get a lot of what is had by the haves not the have nots
Raps drop pun your brainstem
This is Lif aka codename Mayhem
What made you think that I wouldn't come back with a bloody axe
And some muddy facts over tracks?!
[Chorus:]
Up in the ghetto we're taught to bust shots
That's a bird in the bush and a fine line to walk
Get down, stay down
Hold up, back the fuck up
Get up, stay up
Hold up, back the fuck down
Brothers is taught to bust shots [repeated]
Fact one:
America don't give a fuck about you so get off it
I'm not a prophet they just want the profit
They make you want it so you cop it, soon you can't stop it
You're addicted
But low on doe so you get evicted
Fact two:
Darfur's in a state of emergency
It's genocide
Code red classified
If this was Kosovo it'd be over, bro
But it's brothers so it equals no coverage, mo' sufferage
People drawn and quartered
Castrated, slaughtered, burned, disgraced
Gang raped, displaced
While the rest of the world just turn face to chase
Some economic goals
Balance the lost souls
But live it up
We 'bout to burn in hell 'cause god knows
[Chorus]
Fact three:
The Bush Administration's worth nothing
Just fuck 'em!
Throw 'em in the barrel, buck 'em!
Oh, you ain't know them flood waters was coming?
You can't smell that african blood running?
Oh, to y'all niggers is worthless or something?
Fuck Clinton too!
You ain't really down because you live uptown, bitch
Rwanda!
Check out what we're looking at here across water
In the ghettos, brothers and sisters, it's self slaughter
How could colonized minds lead to such uncivilized times?
Maybe the tribes were harmonious and you were erroneous
It's no fun
In fact, it's sin under the sun
And son, in the event you meet some cops just run
Or maybe walk real slow and lick shots at Po
Not with the gun this times, through intelligents lines
You see, they look strong externally, internally they're dying
Just elevate
When drama escalate, you just shine!
[Mr. Lif]
I've got universal thoughts in my dome
But I've gotta let you know how it is back home
In Boston - the place that I dwell
Where Esoteric and 7L dropped heads well
We're virtuoso on the track - so go grab it
Gotta say peace to my man Akrobatik
You heard us on inhuman
And we're steadily improvin'
Brothers till the conclusion
Probe lyrical my man Trevski
Rise with the critical eyes Papa D
Who believed in me
From the very first track
When I was Lif to the man
And he started back pack productions
With the archaeologist Steve
Who made madness in '95 you see
The beggining of a dynasty
And can't forget the legendary Ninja-B
He used to build with me
Before I even made a song
He said the road is paved but long
And many things can go wrong
What's up One Sense with the cuts intense
Showing up with the bliz
And reminding me to live to the fullest
Plus recognize where the bull is
So I'd never get stuck
Big up T-Ruck and Insight
Hip Hop will be in shock when we unite
Knights of the Round Table
Will be the brothers to beat
Gotta send a shout to the Governor Pete
Plus my man Fakts the producer of this track
He's nice on the wheels in fact
Why don't you give him a scratch
[Fakts One x2: scratches "Boston"]
If you search for the city of which I talk
Its about four hours northeast of New York
And if its our sports history you observe
You'll find legends such as Bobby Orr and Larry Bird
And I remember when shit was hot - we used to not
Be able to see Hip Hop without the threat of getting shot
But Ed O G held it down and so did R S O
Plus Guru came form here as you know
And I've had the honor of watching the scene grow
Pete from Dif used to go
And lock down studio time just so brothers could flow
We all were excited and none could wait
To be featured on his new very freestyle tape
MCs worked hard and few were lienient
Back when Metro Concepts was main ingredient
A couple of times a month
They used to spin Hip Hop at the western front
So people could come down and check the underground sound
Mics would open up and MCs would gather round
With enough mental force to shatter sound
No body sat around - they all stood attentive
Cause the styles that they heard and observed
Were ultimately fly and inventive
Big up to Bruno from Bisquithead
He made a fly deal with the dred consignment
To put my first record in alignment
With the rest of y'all rap artists on the wall
Emerson Radio, MIT Northeastern Tufts and BC
Keep the airwaves blaze and I remember back in the days
When I used to check Dave Mays
On Harvard Radio 95.3
That was the first time that I heard Kool Keith
Mays soon went on to start The Source
And help make Hip Hop a media force
Fortunately as the story goes
Bruno, Metro, and Dif Productions
Organized shows with well known artists
So they could expose
The hard working local MCs that they know
And Lo and Behold the skills have gotten refined
Their presence is tight and the stage show is designed
And there's no doubt in my mind
As long as we use all three eyes an'
Keep strivin'
We opening acts now, about to be headlining
Defining rhyming
I love every single one of y'all - keep shining!
"It's a B o s - t o n thing" "Boston" [x2]
[Man] Ayy whats up there young brother?
[Lif] 'Sup brother?
[Man] What's happening?
[Lif] Yo man, just been in the studio
[Man] Yeah I had a chance to check out
Some of your vibes, you know?
[Lif] Word
[Man] My son hipped me to it
[Lif] Cool, cool
[Man] I'm really feeling what y'all been doing
[Lif] Yo I'm glad to hear that cause
A brother's been working hard
[Man] Ayy, by the way... where y'all from?
It started with two turn tables and a mic
Lightning strike, electricity
MC rip rhymes DJ cut the wax viciously
The combo, maliciously brought, ingenious and precise
Mad nice, soon to be subject to mad heists
Niggas talkin bout they bought mad ice, livin the mad sheist
In the battle of art versus trends
Poetry ends when money contends the recipe blends and becomes diluted
Polluted in fact, but check whos been recruited
Intact with rhymes for your mind
Everydays a struggle 'cause society frames you
But raise your head and walk with pride because i came to...
[KRS-One sample x2] "Make It Better"
The only place I can find justice is deep inside of these lines
That i designed to explain situations of the times
People in general are targets of big money markets
And are all disposable unless you come ready to work
Fully posable with suit and tie
Ready to buy into the bullshit images
Of people claiming that money is what there religion is
Filthy females that are visionless
And foes that are precisionless
Let me be your mind's eye and vision this
Rise above, your power is limitless
The ghetto's designed to leave you spiritless
Living from day to day dodging AK spray
Niggas doing anything for pay
In streets that spite the light of day
The fallen gods been led astray
I must retaliate
"Why?"
Because they made it that way
"Word"
Fully educated rhyme spray
My way is to give you something to cling to
So you can survive dillemas that you live through
Then exist through your light
And focus on being in search of what's real
Instead of just relying on the steel.
"Make It Better"
"Remember?"
"Make It Better"
Check it,
This is the new lyrical selection
Red, black, and green protection
Motivation and pride connection
Moving the focus of your perception away from nice cars with fuel injection
The lesson is often taught, but never heard
Leaving your vision forever blurred
Killing for wealth in a world thats absurd, with hate in killing the fate
Delivered by your villian(?)
Fucked up from skunk and malt liquor and now he's illin'
'cause he hasn't had a meal in three days
Chop your neck in three ways, common occurences these days
Soon to be locked in a cell for raising hell
Looking back upon his life wondering where he fell
But martyrs tell of many uncivil nights
While battleing for civil rights
Niggas die 'cause ignorance plights
And ignorance fights progress
In all shapes and types
By blocking the lights of success from niggas sights
So one nigga snipes his brotha who he claimed he never likes
And snatches his adiddas and nikes
So I drop knowledge on mics until apocalypse strikes
Atomic blast blowing niggas off dirtbikes
I mold the soil into dirt spikes
And jump straight from the top of the chart
And drive 'em through the devil's heart
Its time to revolt and restart
And live our lives from the heart
And bring this music back to the art, rip it apart.
[scratched x3] "Remember?" & "Make It Better"
[Disc Jockey:] Oh Lif what up kid?
[Mr. Lif:] Yo what's the deal fact?
[Disc Jockey:] Haven't seen you in a mad while you know?
[Mr. Lif:] Yeah it's been a minute
[Disc Jockey:] How you been? Main'taining?
[Mr. Lif:] Main'taining, son
[Disc Jockey:] No doubt, yo I been holding it down here
rocking a ton while you away
[Mr. Lif:] Of course, of course, of course,
[Disc Jockey:] You know, but like yo this cat was running his mouth you heard?
[Mr. Lif:] What's up?
[Disc Jockey:] Cat was running his mouth
talking 'this' and 'that' saying you don't be
rocking, you don't rip the mic or whatever
I was just like, yo kid, I just wanted to know how you felt about that.
[Verse 1]
That's absolutely ridiculous I'm meticulous when ripping this
I'll break your ribs, hip, and fist
If you don't get the jist I'll give the ear a twist
I'm more fatal, as a tornado, or volcano
Hotter than fire with the texture of glass
Lif the lava mass
This mega blast is supplied by years of struggling and praying that society
start crumbling
It's humbling when you describe your skills as pummeling
Step on stage and proceed to start mumbling
And stumbling over the mic stand
This is when I enter the stage and start to decrease your lifespan
Same thing goes for your dj and your hype man
My targets are all marked kid, my sights in
I am, going to show you a true mic holder
Burn that ass up, watch you smolder
[Chorus]
Run step yeah bounce nigga bounce
Run step yeah [echoed and scratched]
Step yeah bounce [echoed and scratched]
Be out
Run step yeah bounce nigga bounce
Run step yeah [echoed and scratched]
Step yeah bounce [echoed and scratched]
"All you pussy rappers be out" [sample]
[Verse 2]
My shits so clear, yours just bubbles like root bear
Talking bout you went on tour where
With that tired ass shit that nobody wants to hear
You showed up at the venue wasn't nobody there
Except me, hooded down and deadly
Ready, to end you with the murderous medley
This one here is aimed right at your head see
You suck clown, krs told you "duck down" [sample of krs-one]
But you didn't listen
Lif wasn't missing
I came in on some nuclear shit, well here's vision
Hitting, with a quarter century of wisdom
Have you ever heard the sound of bones splitting
Come a little closer, oops you're not supposed ta
What with another rugged rhyme from my holster
I keep flipping
You think you're calm? Keep wishing
Til' this niggas done, next mission
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You hear my voice so you know that I'm here
Letting competition know I'm fresher this year
Parts of a scientist, mind of a bear
There's a rumor, that mr.lif's cooler
Robots time warp to battle me sooner
Cause they know my plan is to damage they future
So I write a def rap
Similar to a death trap
Squeeze til the bolts in they neck snap
Check out my newly, found ability to let life flow through me
The only way to truly pursue the
Wisdom for which my soul seeks
Now my mind stands over valleys and peaks
Bringing an alarm to anybody who sleeps
Orbit the concept inside of your reach
My breath taking word play snatching ya speech
Son you're just a student of the lessons I teach
[Akrobatik (Mr. Lif)]
It's Akrobatik
With the final fantasy tactics
Eliminatin' wack shit
(With strategy that's sick)
Teaming with my accomplice who helped me on the Fat Shit
We'll fuck your tower up
With multiple power-ups
My appetite for pain will eat a meteor shower up
Crash a thousand crews (Grab a bite) and get showered up
[Mr. Lif (Akrobatik)]
You feel refreshed
Now let's continue the quest
I use a towel to
Catch innards of those we disembowel for
Foul play (Lif what did Colin Powel say?)
Who knows? I had flood waters wash his ass away
He was just another rabble-rouser from Babel's tower
Living in the glorious realms of false power
[Akrobatik (Mr. Lif)]
I make you shake ya ass
I make you nod ya head
Plus give you the motivation
To get your ass out of bed
Cause to me, MC means Motivate the Crowd
And eliminate the evil cause
I know they hate the proud
I blow the fakers out of the box with Hip Hop
(They oughtta stop or watch they frame get chopped
Or better yet they suffer from paralysis and shot)
So if you feeling this pump ya fist when it drops yo
[Chorus: Mr. Lif (Akrobatik)]
The avengers
Sent to tear down the terrorists
Perceptionists (Who's that?) Ak and Lif
(And you know that we're
Attacking with the raw for sure)
The earth (yo check it) get another realm to explore
[Mr. Lif (Akrobatik)]
At this point the predator blinks
Knowledge rifles past the head of the sphinx
The nation cringes as a terrorist thinks
How to spike his next target
But we're all americans here so our place is the market
Death to whoever tries to harm it
We'll demonize you
Provide adversity you'll never rise through
We upgrade to downsize you
(Who says we can't buy you?)
Here's a dollar that claims faith in Allah
Currency currently funding a holy war
You'll only get a little cut
So you know there's more
We assure you that we're heavily in debt
(I'm sick) Sorry we don't have the remedy yet
[Akrobatik (Mr. Lif)]
Yo I shower fat freeze
On the powers that be
So when they come to me with bullshit
I devour that steeze
Like tryin to charge a hundred grand for Bachelor's degrees
And creating filthy air that be stifling the breeze
And filling our TV's
With these gold tooth wearing MC's
Who probably don't even know their ABC's (But got cheese)
But we all know that cheese goes bad and gets molded
So my priority is wisdom for my head to hold it
[Mr. Lif (Akrobatik)]
The wicked get scolded (Their soul) They sold it
They got a million ways to make sure that we're molded
Along the same lines as those with no spines
But the power of these rhymes is changing the times
[Chorus: Akrobatik (Mr. Lif)]
The avengers
Sent to tear down the terrorists
Perceptionists (Who's that?) Ak and Lif
(And you know that we're
Attacking with the raw for sure)
The earth get another realm to explore
[Chorus: Mr. Lif (Akrobatik)]
The avengers
Sent to tear down the terrorists
Perceptionists (Who's that?) Ak and Lif
(And you know that we're
Attacking with the raw for sure)
Here's a vision
Imagine a whole globe made with precision
Continents of brown soil with green grass
That compliments deep seas and trees with multi-colored leaves
Mountain ranges that survive through the ages
Plus show expressions of time on rock faces
Now gaze up towards the glorious sky
Only appreciated by a powerful eye
As I understand, man is to cherish the land
As we coexist hand in hand
But as time has past
Man has created a vast
Mass of trash that has the capability to smash
Your natural desire to explore your state of being and
Discover you fire
For instance when a child is born
It posseses no intelligence of hate or scorn
But as it learns of hard ways
It becomes tuned from its original nature
As we destroy nature in the name of cash
All justified by laws made by the legislature
You never say rekcufrehtom cause that claim they aims to
Seek justice but ain't it a shame
That that isn't the case yo we all are so tame
That we're all fair game
Thats why they got our name
Address social security number
Even though where you bought your last rest
Or mattress have you saying
"Oh that's just the way things are"
Then I explain that you're so far from your core
You need to explore
I wake up in the morning in war and saw
And go look for more
Weapons being prepared for nuclear war
And then when I found some no this is to god, hit
The ground son
With strong winds to make the clouds run
Step up in the laboratory
Keep it mandatory
Their response: Inflammatory
Now their dome's all puffed up
Cause they *kcuffed* up
Give me the data chips
I'll reverse gravity
So mad they'll flip
Show these *kcuffer's* the light
The adequate side of the scene, natty dips
Mankind should feel the effects
As he rips through the environment
Mash up the Earth's power as if
It were required
The whole things blowin a cold heart
Stand as he asks where the fire went
Trapped in an Ice age and while you're defrostin'
I kick open the door and let some Holocaust in
Then I remain sober in the galaxy
Take the form of the sun
So I can shine emphatically
Then I shed light on the tragedy
Step aside just to make way for remorse and apathy
Then I perform something you can all see
As I change the climate from cold to balmy
As temperatures rise
I squeeze acid water out of the skies
To burn out your eyes
Cause you could never see what I devise
And get your five lives and nine tries
But usually nobody survives cause I
Elevated far above and beyond
So you could be bombed, crushed to dust
You can be harmed
You can be armed with shanks and tanks
Bayonettes, Missile Threats
Yet I still launch lyrical text
That gets so intense
It could disassemble all of those other meds
So you should fear what the god invents
Since I was sent under the name of Lif
Which means to upLif
It's my never ending duty to attempt to shift your mind
From one train of thought to a more positive state
So then in turn you can create
Control your own fate
Rather than having those with wealth dominate and complicate
Living to the point where we're all imprisoned
People we should all pick our minds Its's Time!
Look at how the world is designed
It's major
We should all walk out of our manger
And start to educate the nearest stranger
Ignorance has no remainder
I manifest, prophesize visions of danger
With seven lines I show you seven signs
Time's of the essence
Choose before you lose your physical presence
Perpetuate wickedness or walk along the path of god
The force from which we were all created
Stand amongst prosperity
Or fall devestated
Another victim of hatred
In a land where nothing is sacred
Except for these thoughts that I share
With no fear - to make you all aware of the nightmare
I see you puttin in a little work but we're not quite there
Climb out of your darkness, the light is quite clear
We're still to concerned with jewels and hype gear
But I'ma drop my thoughts until you open your eyes...Arise
[In the background: Mr.Lif]
(This is what I gotta do)
Mic Check!
[Verse:]
Well if you can't beat em', join em', build 'em, employ em
This kid got gold teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pockets
My man who just did a bid said you haven't tried it don't knock it
I wear the rings of Saturn on my knuckles, like trucks do
Life 40 acres and a mule I'm down to buck soon, my tool iller starts
Could make the world around my lost souls keep my mind in two colds
Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose
I cited murder flows, on the low I conjur flows the way that it's supposed to be
I keep 10 rings around a rosary
I'm bout to rob the store I need some loot and some groceries
I need a loaf and free butter, fuck another night of hunger
I been a good man and I don't deserve to suffer
After this night, I'll return to being peaceful
Put that on my people
Work the big cheque and worth the peep though, yo
Do you recall the days when brothers used to chill
Flex on the mic and display ghetto appeal
Yo those were the days when it was really real
Yo those were the days when it was really real
But we'll, all get it back together one day
But until then it's nuff gunspray
Jah bless my head with every night I lay, and I pray for a brighter day
But anyways gotta get them thoughts out of my mind now
Wipe the sweat off my eyebrow, nostalgic thoughts bring my hideout
Lie down you two niggaz in a second isle
First brother shook with fear, while the second nigga caught a smile
While you're doing that why don't you strip white Gaza
This nigga yells out "well youse a frontin' ass rasta"
By my actions I have to say that that's true
But shut the fuck up I didn't ask you
I might blast you, If I have to, no mask
They can't find me, even if you ID
But yo thanks for checking me, then unexpectedly
This pet nigga right behind the counter started wettin' me
9 mm weaponry or ya be sleepin on the chest next to me
Nobody understands society molested me, they just questioned me
Nature of the arm going clean up crew clean my blood stops flowin
All my enemies out on the block, plus the government is smiling
Cause they sense the scent of death blowing, just showing
They plans run in precisely, "this nigga ought to fit into a wood box nicely"
Ghetto stress have my own fuckin people ice me
If you look you can find me, on the corner store tile floor
Another landmark of the ghetto eyesore
Is it all worth to die for? Noooooo
It's not worth it [echoes:] (nooooooooo)
[Talking: three men]
[Man 1:] Yo oh shit this dude got shot!
[Man 2:] He got shot?
[Man 1:] Yeah fucking shot dawg tryna rob a store
[Man 3:] What? The fuck is this!?
[Man 1:] That's fucked up yo
[Man 2:] We gotta get out of here
[Man 1:] Yo this ain't cool
[Man 3:] Yo where you goin?
[Man 2:] We gotta get the fuck out of here, this nigga wildin, HE WILDIN I'm
