[ VERSE 1 ]
With this mic in my hand I command the grand order
A physical man, I stand on land and water
Fire and wind, I transcend physical borders
My father is the son and the moon is his daughter
My mother the Earth, she gave birth to the seed
From a lifeless ball of clay, empty as a hollow reed
Until Allah breathed life into my physical frame
From a state of nothingness instead of existing I became
By God, the true and living given insight
Certain colors manifesting physical light
But still earthbound, held down by the physical elements
Spiritual development gives me a higher intelligence
Beyond these concrete streets and the green pastures
I walk with the elders, 24 supreme masters
They taught me time travel and how to master sound
Through ancient scriptures lost but now found
I'm like the intergalactic Asiatic star fighter
Creative rhyme writer, I meditate like a spider
Call me an old soul, psychedelic mic relic
Trained on a spiritual plane by angelic
Michael taught me to rock the mic well
Gabriel showed me how to read, write and spell
Rafael gave the forewarning
He said, "When you hear the trumpets blow you'll know new day's dawning"
So I sat with the Gods and for years we did the science
And when I stood up I realized that we were giants
I sat with the Gods and for years we did the science
And when I stood up I realized that we were giants
[ CHORUS ]
I'm not a gangster, I'm somethin closer to a monster
A Chi-town underground Boogie Down Bronxster
Remember when I stomped ya like in concert?
With the rugged raw I came, I saw and I conquered
I'm not a rapper, rappers get thrown away
Hardrocks get knocked and locked and blown away
And rap stars fade away and those who say
Don't know and those who know won't say
Runnin game we don't play and those who say
Don't know and those who know won't say
[ VERSE 2 ]
I was a mild child until I got influenced by the _Wild Style_
Then I became the unclaimed son of Hussein
Society's blame, the whole world's afraid of me
Killin myself but I'm still in effect like slavery
When I was down I got stepped on, when I was up I got slept on
Like a sofa bed but still I kept on
Tryin to feed the masses like Jesus with a loaf of bread
Cut out the middle man and eliminate the overhead
Step off the jock and let my record rock
Like the shepherd who lead the flock, the one who kept it locked
The keeper of the style who kept the cheeba in the isle
I took a walk through thought and ran deeper than a mile
I get down, cover ground, make my mic sound nice
Take aim, hit the map and rap around the world twice
I'm so precise it's frightening, I'm like lightning
Strikin in the same place twice with the mic device
When I drop this hip-hop on your ear
Put the microphone in a shop for repair
It might require surgery, re-wire the circuitry
In the event of an actual emergency
We'll interrupt your program to keep you informed
The forecast calls for severe brainstorms
When I shoot the gift I let my mind drift like the contintents
After the show I'm unavailable for comments
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
I'm a byproduct of the viaduct who struck out in response to
What you did was created a monster
I wasn't expected to survive but I did
You're feelin my vibe? Well I'm still alive cause I hid
Deep in the cut where we sleep in a hut
On the bare floor near the door we drank from the same cup
And all ate from the same plate, that's how I came up
I rode the train for fame and got my name up
Stayin I reign permanent when I shoot my sperm in it
From the barrel to the earth up to the firmanent
I'm shinin like a ( ? ) the lion of Juda
On the Mountain Zion meditatin with the buddha
I looked to the sky, saw the mothership overpassin me
I felt my heart start to race with great ferocity
To see the holy Crystal City in his chastity
Sat down at the throne of His Majesty
With 144'000 seat capacity
I heard the prophecy, Babylon ending tragically
I speak emphatically even when mics are staticky
Flowin radically till things change dramatically
[ CHORUS ]
Yeah
You know?
Those who say don't know
and those who know won't say
So when you get through talkin and walkin your lips
Take it there
Take em there
[ VERSE 1 ]
I used to live Uptown, 2-1-9th Street
White Plains, everything was concrete
On my block up on the hill
Barnes Ave., yo, everything was chill
Till night fall, that's when they come out
(The freaks y'all) Watch the kid with the gun out
Now many people tell me New York City is horrific
It is kinda... scary, but let's be realistic
This is the part that started this music
When other people out there in the world couldn't do it
Party people had to wait to see
The DJ's go forth and back
We used to rock off these breakbeats
Way before they called it rap
Matter of fact, now that I think back
Hip-hop was the start of somethin big
The way we took this art straight from the parks
To where you live
[ CHORUS ]
Now this story had to be told
About how we came in from the cold
Played my hand and refused to fold
We made somethin new out of what was old
And what we make no man can break
So I took my time cause it was mine to take
Now low and behold, I heard my tape just sold
1'000'001, son, now I'm draped in gold
I took it there
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now years ago when I was 9
Pops said, "It's time to rise and shine"
He said, "New York City ain't the place to stay"
We packed the ride and left and headed for L.A.
Took us west straight through the country
See, California is the place to see
So daddy put us inside his Cadillac
We hit the West coast, I thought we'd never come back
Now I'm walking green grass, 3 years went past
Palm trees, ocean breeze, where the summers last
You see ah, that's the life that I lead
It taught me home is just a place where you lay your head
Now get packed, we're makin tracks and stretch across the map
And there's nothin in this world could ever hold us back
And I still hold my body in a b-boy stance
And rock on the mic to make the world wanna dance
It's fly for the clubs, hardcore for the thugs
When Ak is on the mic it's definitely all love
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
'82 was the year
We touched down in Chi-town, I see it all so clear
Motel hell, livin life so poor
Six of us in the studio, we slept on the floor
Vice Lords swingin swords, G.D.'s bust they gats
Latin Kings on the corner with the baseball bats
But life this way could only get you so far
When I hopped the train I rode on the last car
And all I did was puff cheeba, it took my thoughts deeper
Dropped out of school, found a job so I could keep a
Roof over my head, shoes on my feet
Many nights I didn't eat, I learned to hustle in these streets
They say it's all about money sellin crack to these junkies
But now I got somethin that they can't take from me
I'ma push my tape just like it's cocaine
Let these rap fiends shoot me up in they vein
They play my jam out in the park
Gimme ghetto gold, keep your Billboard chart
When I walk through the [Name] I get love and respect
Keep one ear to the ground, greet my fam with a pound
Feels good comin out y'all, book my first world tour
LP's in the store, I spit it if you want it raw
( *scratching of* )
(You better recognize who you're talking to)
(Crushing the competition that I stomp from east to west)--> Prince Poetry
(Who you're talking to)
(Crushing the competition that I stomp from east to west)
(Let's get it on, ock)--> The RZA
(Crushing the competition that I stomp from east to west)
(No suckers)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I leapt over giants beats, did death-defying feats
With the underground sound that keep supplyin the streets
The fiends form a line that'll wrap around the block
Pumpin around the clock, I'm always down to rock
Somethin that'll motivate your flock
When I take the floor make sure the gates are locked
That brother Ak put the party in a state of shock
My rhymes stay fresh because I rotate the stock
At least once a day to get 12 months play
I supply the high so you can put your blunts away
Here, take a pull of this and get bent
One hit'll get you open to the fullest extent
110% when I represent
For every step I went this brother left a dent
When I break ground with magnificient sounds
Step in the ring, you wanna be king, you get crowned
I came down to the planet Earth to give birth
To hip-hop, I did the Wop and the Papa Smurf
The Spank and the Patti Duke
Then Parker Lee hit me with the alley hoop
So I took it to the hole with mic control
Livin in the new school but I like the old
Yo - so - I'm about to go way back
To when my daddy had the sky-blue Caddy with the 8 track
Bumpin the O'Jays, the Dells and the Bar-Kays
The Body Rock, block party jam in the park days
The penny arcades, hangin out by the pool hall
Used to bop down the block with the box, old school, y'all
Fellas said 'ho', the ladies screamed 'aw'
But that was then and this is now
[ CHORUS ]
When you came in the party and you saw the crowd
You shoulda read the sign: No Suckas Allowed
This jam is for the real rappin fans
To put the stomp in your feet and the clap in your hands
The nod in your head and the hump in your back
With a uncontrollable urge to jump in the track
You know I'm 'bout to come up with somethin fat
When I take control can't nothin hold me back
[ VERSE 2 ]
How could you bop to the beat without feelin the sound
That's like walkin down the street and not touchin the ground
That's like takin the bus when you coulda took the train
Standin up on the curb and got the nerve to complain
Don't take the local, catch the express
Hip-hop non-stop, I'm 'bout to get fresh
To the beat y'all, I got style and finesse
A real trooper, I'm still super without the letter S
I freak the fly flows, hit the highs and the lows
Rip shows and flip foes with my eyes closed
And one hand tied behind my back, in fact
Hold the mic with the other to show these brothers they wack
Beat concrete down and grains of sand
Tearin microphone to strands with my bare hands
Spit poems that hit domes and split chromosomes
I break bones and bricks and sticks and stones
When I bust I kick up dust like cyclones
Get in my no-fly zone, don't try this at home
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
When the party's packed but the MC's wack
Got your back to the wall - who do you call?
The brother, none other than the Al-, the Al-
mighty supreme, I make your team seem small
Allow me to explain the meaning of the name
Break it down, make it sound simple and plain
It means 'there is none greater', but some can't tell
So not only will I say it but I spell it as well
It goes A to the k, b, the a, the r
My name is Akbar but some say bizarre
Thought I wouldn't make it, that I couldn't take it this far
Sucker MC's, you know who you are
I remember when I wanted to roll with y'all
And got treated no better than a hole in the wall
All I kept catchin was crazy beef
But I always knew I would come out like baby teeth
Whoever said I fell off can step the hell off
Picture that, pull a trigger back, lick a shell off
That's one to your kidney, Sidney
You can throw blows and still never hit me
Or you can get me as a glass of Moët
Blow the set with no sweat, you pose no threat
So jet, step off, stay off, it's a lay-off
Here's your walking papers, take the rest of the day off
[ INTRO ]
This is Akbar
The intergalactic Asiatic star fighter
Creative rhyme writer
I meditate like a spider
And I'm with my man Rishi Nath
We teach math
Raptivist, black activist
Check the hi-five saphire
It's 'bout to go down in your town
[ VERSE 1 ]
I was walkin down the street late one night
When I looked up in the sky cause I spotted a light
I said to myself it couldn't be the moon
And it wasn't a plane or a weather baloon
But whatever it was, it was ready to land
So I didn't try to play no Superman
I began to walk, then I started to run
So I could drop the dime, dial 911
I said, "Yo, Officer, I think that you should know
That I just spotted a UFO"
He said, "We can't go on just 'bout what you say
Cause we get calls like this everyday
In order for us to write out a report
You must have evidence of some sort"
Well, I didn't even get a chance to interrupt
Cause the next thing I knew, the pig hung up
I checked my watch, it was a quarter to four
Then I ran to the house, opened up the door
Jumped in the bed and took a Tylenol
And tried to forget the whole thing I saw
But it was what it was (What was it, cuz?)
But it was what it was (Aiyo Ak, what was it, cuz?)
But it was what it was (What was it, cuz?)
A UFO flyin low, I couldn't budge
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, feels like I'm stuck
I musta struck a nerve in my brain
Yo, I saw the Mothership
Visions of the Crystal City made a brother flip
It was the Mothership, yo, I saw the Mothership
Visions of the Crystal City made a brother flip
[ VERSE 2 ]
I was smack dab in the middle of a wonderful dream
When I was suddenly awokened by a freightening scream
My first reaction was to grab my heat
Pulled down the covers, threw back the sheets
Looked over to the window, sprang to my feet
Outside I saw mad people on the street
In a state of shock, somebody called the cops
To quiet the riot but now they're pullin out glocks
Shuttin down blocks, bustin shots in the sky
But why even try to defy the Most High
It was a divine sign, encounter of the third kind
Let my words shine till the planets re-align
Tell the angels to hold the four winds
Before the world ends when the land descends
Introducin em to the New Jerusalem
To settle the pain and end the devil's reign
The mother came, I saw the mothership
You might think I'm on the brink of some other [edited]
But it was what it was (What was it, cuz?)
But it was what it was (Aiyo Ak, what was it, cuz?)
But it was what it was, actually
My angelic brothers was comin back for me
Yo, I saw the Mothership
Visions of the Crystal City made a brother flip
It was the Mothership, yo, I saw the Mothership
Visions of the Crystal City made this brother flip
It was the Mothership, yo, I saw the Mothership
Visions of the Crystal City made a brother flip
It was the Mothership, yo, I saw the Mothership
Visions of the Crystal City made this brother flip
( *scratching of* )
(So hot)
(Ya know it's hot)
(Guaranteed hot shit)
[ CHORUS ]
We now interrupt your regularly scheduled programmin
Of hours of commercial rap and slow jammin
To bring you the latest news and scientific breakthroughs
A special update for those who woke up late
Heard my last jam but didn't quite get it
You took my tape home, put it on but couldn't fit it
You wouldn't admit it, but you bit it
You tried to swallow it but couldn't follow it, you shouldn'ta did it
Y'all cats need to quit it, I'm sayin, stop playin with it
You, your crew and your DJ can hit it
It's time to clean out your locker
And make way for the mind shocker, chief rhyme rocker
Boom-shaka-laka, park-jam-street-blocker
'81 summer heat, 'Big Beat' knocker
Rang-dang-doogie-da-dang-da-dang-doogie
Tootie bang-bang, 2 train to the Boogie
Born in the Bronx, raised in Manhattan
I been to Brooklyn, Queens and Staten
Am I still rappin - what you're tryin to tell me?
Hit em with the 12", slap em with the LP
God please help me to understand you
Walkin round frontin like you got somethin brand new
[ CHORUS ]
Now I don't know what y'all been told
But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold
If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop
And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop
If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top
And if ya can't rap then ya needs to stop
(Ya know it's hot)
Yo, this is not a test
(Ya know it's hot)
Yo, this is not a test
So I hope you got your vest
Unless you wanna feel hot steel in your chest
[ VERSE 2 ]
Nobody gets out alive till the cops arrive
A shot from a .45 couldn't stop my vibe
Phase me or daze me, nobody plays me
Five-o shot at me, but yo, they gotta be crazy
They only grazed me, I had to be swayze
My mama always told me not to be lazy
See, back in the days we used to breathe and live this
When grabbin a mic wasn't a right but a privilege
When you came to the party had to be prepared
When you stepped to the stage I could see you're scared
Don't even bring it to me, I'ma take it there
Your whole crew just against me just to make it fair
Now who wanna mess around and test the sound
And try to pick it up when you can't put it down
[ CHORUS ]
See I don't know what y'all been told
But if ya hot ya hot and if ya not ya cold
If ya slip ya trip but if ya hip ya hop
And if it don't flip then it's bound to flop
If it don't touch the bottom won't hit the top
And if ya can't rap...
[ VERSE 3 ]
Then you needs to stop runnin off at the mouth
You can even step forth, break north or fly south
Look east, go west, now choose who's the best
Who spit that hot shit that'll bruise your flesh
Tell me who rocks the boat and who steers the rudders?
Who brings home the bread and prepares the buttas?
I got rap pages that collapse stages
My style is wild like pitbulls trapped in cages
I cause more scare than Godzilla
Guerilla warfare, there's a stone cold killer
The kid from the Bronx who stomps your whole villa
Uptown, gimme the crown, there is none iller
You're still a part-time, petty crime nickel and dime
With two feet on a street corner kickin a rhyme
You shoulda kept it real from Jump Street
Record sales slump, you got cut off like lunch meat
Life, thou's strife now, don't it feel strange
To be on top then get dropped like loose change?
I guess when ya hot ya hot
And when you choose to snooze then you lose your spot
What is hip hop?
What does it mean?
Where's it come from?
Where's it going?
I love hip hop, when I walk I ditty-bop
New York when I talk, I give my city props
At least every 52 weeks my committee drops
Yet another butta banger, straight off the hanger
All lines are busy, your mind is dizzy
My shine is divine, you'll never find a MC
Greater, Jun 1 operates the fader
In the crates droppin more plates than a clumsy waiter
Now this is what hip hop is
So pay attention son, cause when I'm done there may be a pop quiz
Hip hop is... a DJ cuttin
Adjustin pitches, hittin switches and mashin buttons
Hip hop is... a b-boy struttin
On the dancefloor for the hardcore clout and
We bumrush the show when the doors start shuttin
Hip hop is... when you make somethin out of nothin
Like "jigga-boom-bap, to the beat y'all"
My name in fly colors on a concrete wall
Hip hop is... a style that's wild
A ghetto child lookin for a reason to smile
Hip hop is the application of street knowledge
From modern day situations not learned in college
This is real life, real MC's with steel mics
A juggle, a constant struggle when you feel strife
Hip hop is... a way of hope, a display of dope
That started in the Bronx to spread across the globe
That's what hip hop is
(Check it out
Is New York in the house, make some noise!)
Hip hop is... "Let me see your hands in the sky"
Hip hop is... "Damn, that jam was fly!"
Hip hop is... "Clap your hands, stomp your feet"
Change the beat, this is what they playin in the streets
Hip hop is... when you feel the treble and bass
And your heart starts to race at an incredible pace
That's what hip hop is
(People in the place)
That's hip hop y'all
(People in the place)
(Say ho-o)
(People in the place)
(Say awww)
(People in the place)
(Say ho-o)
(People in the place to be)
(I'ma lay it on your right now)
(Rock and you don't stop)
(Rock on)
(Rock and you don't stop)
(Rock on)
(Rock and you don't stop)
(Rock on)
(Rock and you don't stop)
(Rock on)
[ VERSE 1 ]
It's like this y'all, to the beat y'all
A black man, I stand about six feet tall
And I'm a trooper y'all, a real trooper y'all
I can take a fall and bounce back like a super ball
Yo, my name is Akbar, check me out, I'm not far
You want your party rocked? Chill, I got you locked, paw
Soon as I hear the bass I'ma tear the place up
Then pick the pace up; you pick me? You picked the ace up
Yo, I'm ready for war, I've trained like a Jedi
In a b-boy stance I glance with my head high
You couldn't find a greater man alive
A shot from a .45 couldn't stop my vibe
No man can withstand or penetrate my aura
I step through Babylon, Sodom and Gomorrha
Armed with a verse I rehearsed from the Tora
The Holy Qu'ran, I tread upon troubled waters
Where the Tower of Babel's the Empire State
The Statue of Liberty's the harlet that fornicates
With the whole world causin my people to sin
Deaf, dumb and blind are possessed by evil djinn
Police state under pad locks and metal glocks
Where the fiends dream of rocks the size of ghetto blocks
And thugs got a tendency toward drug dependency
Smokin blunts endlessly, downin bottles of Hennessy
My peoples pour liquor in memory
Of the dead, when I'm gone I wonder how many will remember me
My peoples pour liquor in memory
Of the dead, when I'm gone I wonder how many will remember me
(I find myself alone)
(Nobody knows your name)
(When I die)
(The city lied)
(I find myself alone)
[ CHORUS ]
Yo, bigger they come, harder they fall
Quicker they run, sooner they done, Jah a-go lick them all
Bigger they come, harder they fall
Quicker they run, sooner they done, Jah a-go lick them all
Bigger they come, harder they fall
Quicker they run, sooner they done, Jah a-go lick them all
Will spare none, I fear none but the Most High
So run and tell Satan Hell's waiting close by
[ VERSE 2 ]
New World Order, manslaughter son and daughter
No food, clothing, shelter or running water
Police bought a car for the special task force
Now they got big rockets ready to blast off
How can I hide from the genocide?
Jah provide alternate routes to get me out
And escape, Babylon fake, no doubt
There's only one righteous path, you do the math
While you hold your breath waitin on the year 2000
The government's busy taking your public housing
Wages kept minimum, it's a new millennium
Replace your ghetto with condomeniums
I met Satan standin there waitin
On the corner of 138th and Adam Clayton
It was 2 o'clock at night when he asked me for a light
And offered me a sip of his wine but I declined
He smiled as he spoke through a cloud of smoke
He said, "I gave blacks AIDS and made crack from coke
I made good seem bad and bad seem good
And bought so many souls now I control your hood
With promises of riches, fame and fly bitches"
His game was so good it sounded religious
Kinda remind me of the reverend
Who tried to tell me he could sell me a ticket to Heaven
What good is it for a man to gain the whole
World if in the end he loses his soul?
Swallowed whole but only Jah control my destiny
So when you question me you only bring out the best in me
He asked me to rock so I took him to the mountain
He wanted water, I broke the earth and made fountains
That flowed and brought forth an infinite amount and
I paid dues and served mad crews but who's countin
I kept bouncin, kept climbin, never stopped rhymin
He said, "It's about time," I said, "No, it's about timin"
I know some of y'all probably thought I wouldn't drop it
Until you seen it comin, then you knew you couldn't stop it
I know some of y'all probably thought I wouldn't drop it
Until you seen it comin, then you knew you couldn't stop it
One two
Comin for you
Yo yo yo
Last night, I didn't know what to write
so I broke my pen in half, in a violent rage
Opened my journal, then let the ink bleed on the page
until it formed a sihlouette, of me on stage
Still abstract, like unidentified objects
Find my name scrawled on the walls of your projects
like hieroglyphs, written in cryptic form
to forewarn the comin apocalyptic storm
I dreamt of fire, swallowin this wicked empire
and saw the entire world hurled into destruction
With their inequity, trickery and corruption
Caught you with your pants down, in the Oval Office
when the Messiah came, without an introduction
Too late to escape your fate, though many have tried
The pens have been lifted, the pages have dried
It was all prophesized like comets, droppin from the skies
causin earthquakes, and whole cities to capsize
My peoples dyin while you tryin to save the Earth
You need to stop lyin and SAVE YOURSELF FIRST
Still, they wonder why, I chant the battle cry
It's not that I'm anti, it's just that I can't lie
The only thing I stand against, is ignorance
but you call it hate, when I advocate, self-defense
What's the battle cry? ?? ?? ??
What's the battle cry? Allah U Akbar
What's the battle cry? ?? ?? ??
What's the battle cry? Allah U Akbar
Now put the Ak' on, as I presume to rock on
Leavin spots torn, whenever we lock horns
Come battle me, and that'll be your last mission
When you hear the boom, assume the crass position
Somebody tell my opposition, stop the mission
Mental giant's about to drop science, listen
.. to the ancient tribal drum
Close your eyes and nod your head and the vibe'll come
from the base of your spine
.. to a place in your mind that transcends all space and time
The legendary lonely wolf roam the prairie
Hug your kids tight, midnight, quite scary
Under fire, movin through this concrete jungle
Feelin trapped, wishin I had a gun, with nowhere to run to
I hear helicopters, I see buildigns begin to crumble
I feel somethin hot -- I've been shot! I stumble
I blackout, then when I come to, I'm trapped
in the concentration camp, with a government stamp
Some type of microchip implant
made in the factory, that's what they use for trackin me
So if I try to escape, over the gate
the guards will attack, and put a bullet in my back
They stripped me of my identity, my name, my religion
Now I'm just a number in the system
Holdin on to nothin, but my convictions
and cold steel bars, waitin on Jar Jar to lick them
Still, they wonder why, I chant the battle cry
It's not that I'm anti, it's just that I can't lie
The only thing I stand against, is ignorance
but you call it hate, when I advocate, self-defense
What's the battle cry? ?? ?? ??
What's the battle cry? Allah U Akbar
What's the battle cry? ?? ?? ??
What's the battle cry? Allah U Akbar
Still, they wonder why, I chant the battle cry
Still, they wonder why, I chant the battle cry
?? ?? ??, until the day I die
Allah U Akbar his name I glorify
Still, they wonder why, I chant the battle cry
We got all the elements comin together on this track right here
Earth
Water
Fire
Wind
[ VERSE 1 ]
I peeped your whole style, low profile
I know now why these rappers act so wild
They lack discipline, hardheads ain't listenin
The gods said drop em a line like a fisherman
My only rule of thumb is to school the dumb
Deaf and blind, cause some got left behind
You gotta crawl before you can walk
Look before you leap and on these streets always think before you talk
And if the shoe fits wear it
If you got some new shit let me hear it
If it's wack, that's a demerit
Points deducted, meaning you can't fuck with
Me, the crew or none of my peoples who I grew up with
Me and my niggas we go back like triggers
Since real we deal with actual facts and figures
Like 1 plus 1 makes 2
You can make that money but don't act funny and let that money make you
I tell you straight up and down
Before you put on your big red puppet nose and start to clown
I can splurge ya fast, merge ya past
Be kind and gentle or hurt your ass
Now I'ma give it to ya however you want
One rhyme'll hit your set and wet your ally front
But don't front, you know I got just what you want
It's forth and down, now should I run and kick the punt?
Throw me the bomb, I'm goin deep
Open your ears and close your eyes but don't sleep
[ VERSE 2 ]
My name is often mispronounced
I'm simply known as the man who came make your system bounce
Feed me clips, then read my lips
My think thank's a data bank that spits computer chips
The spot-blower, pull out the flame thrower
Perform live, survive the storm like Noah
For all partygoers and rap fans alike
Who pack stands, don't let me get my hands on the mic
Cause ain't no tellin what I might do
See, I'm not like you, how does that strike you?
You beat us? Oh, you funny
My click forever stick together like new money
My joint kicks like '86
The mic and two wheels of steel, just the basics
Feels like I'm Uptown, 136
Take me back home, give me heels three clicks
See, I been doin this for more than a couple of years
So come into my house, let me take you up the stairs
Into my work den where I keep my drafting pen
I drop hip-hop, we open shop after 10
Wanna be an MC, gotta come to shop
Learn the trade and then get paid to rock
But if it ain't broke, don't fix it
If it ain't dope, remix it
If the MC's wack, tell him step back and let me kick this
Watch the show, chill, I got this
When I rock this the crowd's hostage
I drop gems while your stones are semi-precious
None can compare to the glare of my raw essence
I shine while you lackluster the track muster
Saved ya cause you'se a wack buster, we black hustlers
Breakin bread at the roundtable
Catch wreck when we connect mics and sound cables
We sat down to divise a scheme
And formed a double team to bubble more cream than the Jolly Green
Forever I'm a vandal, too hot to handle
Still hangin out like toes in a sandal
I'll never forsake the funk or fake the vibe
I'll never take a dive, never take a bribe
I won't play the backseat or accept a wack beat
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