• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• No Joke - Wishbone Ash
• No Joke - Apathy
• New Jack - Agnostic Front
• No Joke - Goldie Lookin' Chain
• No Joke - Jay Rock
• New Jack - Smoke Dza

Blue skies in my rear-view mirror,
Well, I've got you on my mind.
Road sign says I'm getting nearer,
And now it's just a matter of time.
Well, now I get to wonder,
Do you take me for a fool?
Do I have to take a number
And wait in line
Just to get to you? You got the time, I got the money -
This ain't workin' at all.
It's no joke, and it ain't funny -
I think I'm losing control.
Like tumbleweed that's blowin' free
You change direction with the wind.
We both know that this may never be
Nothing more than someplace to begin.

[Big Voice] Yo, we're here to break down our science, know'mean?
You know what time it is?
[Lil Voice] Yeah, yeah, I know what time it is
[Big Voice] What time is it, is it coochie time?
[Lil Voice] Nah, nah, it's not Gucci time
It's time to speak the language of demigods
[Big Voice] Yo, Apathy, yo Soul - it's time to hear your business
Step to the mic, baby
[Lil Voice] Bounce with these cats
[Apathy]
Yo, I got a problem with the mic, so I solve it like a man
Grab it by the neck and rock it as hard as I can
From Nike's on my feet, to the mic that I freak
MC's will agree that I'm precise on the beef
Fuck fronting, shut down pacs like game over
Consistently light shit up like chain-smokers
Flex and I melt down flesh like flamethrowers
Fresh is the dooky gold chain Kane showed us
Funny how your honey or your dame came over
When you were out last night, couldn't remain sober
You woke up in the morning with a bad hangover
I woke up, and bang a coocha til the day was over
It's like that, (like what?), like this
Motherfuckers try to dis get put on the hit list
Punch punks like I'm pugilist, yo catch the fist
When I be taking out MC's like dogs that need to piss
[Chorus x4]
Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't no joke (joke)
[Celph Titled]
On a scale of one to ten, approximately I'm a thousand
Stomp thru your neighborhood, city, or project housing
I am something that you never seen before
Like your grandparents having sex behind close doors
I rhyme like a scavenger that hunts for his prey
And probably kill a dozen rappers and just call it a day
All I need is bitch that'll give me wet dreams
So I can get my rocks off like erosion in streams
I drop science like clumsy professors in auditoriums
And stretch niggas out like a motherfucking accordion
I make you look stupid like cruisin the back
You can cruise in the greyhound and I'll cruise in my jet
I'm impossible to beat like playing tic-tac-toe
Celph Titled is famous for spitting ill rap flows
Yo, me and apathy are like brothers since birth
You catch a bad one and get put under the earth
[Chorus x4]
Easily I approach, the microphone because I ain't no joke (joke)
[Apathy]
Yo, I find your vital organs and put a machete there
Thug type nigga, but bitches say I'm a teddy bear
Al Capone style, bruising your back
Make you an interracial cat, have blue and half black
Block attacks with the raps that I spit on wack
Shit on cats, everything I flip on DAT's
Hits hard like Rocky's spits, cannot be missed
Your God be pissed, now I'm on some Nagasaki shit
And while your at work, I'll feed your bitch a sloppy dick
I got a hard drive, your mans got a floppy dick
The only time you have safe sex and be felt
Is if you jacked off in a car, wearing a seat belt
Your brains melts to mush, your girl felt the rush
Whens Ap's bounce and bust, the pelvic thrusts
Twist your spine, inflict despicable shit through rhymes
Critical, incredible, when crippling your pitiful mind
Pull out my nine and it's party and draw time
You signed the death mantra and bleed between the white lines
Crash the players ball, make the chandelier fall
Choke house guests with hors d'ourves made outta sea floors
And metaphors betta then yours, settle the scores
Leave cats wrapped up in medical gauze
You better applause, your feminism
I'll rip out your skeleton, and now ladies and gentlemens...
[Chorus x4]

listen up here said a wise man to a fool. here unlike there there are no set rules. remember one thing you came here alone. thats how youll do this bid, thats how youll go home. learn how to do time, dont let time do you. now that youve entered your humanity is withdrawn. known only as a din number, your life is at pawn. i bet you never imagined to be beaten and caged with no one to pity your prayers nor your pains. and you thought in the streets that your life was so unfair and cruel. make one careless mistake here boy and youll drown in your own pool. so take this advice stay alert and on cue. keep only to yourself and your ears in hsarp tune.

'alright clart! i saw you in fukin' Zanzi's dinni? what happened to you on Friday, clart?'
'aw, you're never gonna believe it, man! it's so unsafe, i got busted for havin' the well known rave drug, speed, innit!'
'you're fukin' jokin' me, son...tell me more about it'
'serious, it all started out like this, man...'
Pig: This interview is being tape recorded and it may be given in evidence if your case is brought to trial. At the conclusion you will be provided with a copy of the tape and a form explaining what happens to the tapes. We're in an interview room at Newport Central police station, can you give your full name and date of birth, please.
I'm John Ben-Wa Balls and i'm goin' up the walls
I went out with my mates to see the waterfalls
No, really, i'm lying, i went to a club
And i got some crazy rave drugs and start to get wrecked up
Next thing i know, i'm in the bad end of town
I'm getting wrecked up and the police start to frown
They pulled me aside, saw the bag of speed
They even busted me for 'avin a toke on some weed
It's crazy, it's shit, i want to go have a good time
Next thing i know, i'm talking to PC59
He tried to do me for havin' loads of crazy fukin' drugs
I just wanted to get mad and cut a few fukin' rubs
Chorus -
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
I takes loads of drugs, i does 'em all the time
My mother threw me out the council house outta my mind
Now i'm on the streets with the GLC crew
And i takes the ecstasy to my fukin' nan too(?)
The police sat me in a cell
In there was Ben-Wa Balls as well
Smoked some draw and took some pills
And asked a bloke in a dress for some fukin' cheap thrills, innit
'GLC...2000+1'
'GLC, maximum pressure, you knows it, 1983, the year it all started, respect, you knows it, Ben-Wa Balls, Loveggs, fukin' Billy Webb, Adam Hussain, respect, Two Hats, knows it'
Pig: That concludes the interview. Is there anything else you wish to add or clarify in connection to what you have said?
Yeah, fuk you, i do's what i gotta do
If it involves drinking beer and sniffing fukin' funky glue
Then i'll do it, you can't stop me cos i'm feelin' fukin mad
And if you tries to fuk with me i'll get you beaten up by my dad
'Big shout out to Woody who sold me the draw, Johnny Seko(?), all the crew, fukin' safe'
'Big shout out to Carl from Risker, he sold me the fukin' draw, he's safe, oh, and Charlotte as well, in fukin' Scarletts, wicked'
'Shout to Mad Keith who sold me the fukin' speed and the draw, you knows it, he can fukin' sort you out'
'Yo man, shouts to Terry Smithser(?) who got me 39 ounces of weed in under half an hour! you knows it!'
Pig: That white wrapping is exhibit MAC1, it is a piece of paper containing amphetamine, or what you believe to be amphetamine
Chorus -
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
Knows it...GLC...
2000AD, aka Two Hats, you see
Got busted for takin' the fukin' ecstasy
Gurning like a bitch, be on coke if i was rich
But i gotta go to the toilets cos i got a bit of an itch
I takes the drugs but i don't have fights
So why did the bastards read me my rights?

Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter
Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter
Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over
Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover
Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind
Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigger, no response
Rest a hater, respirator,
No response, green light, go time we're all black I know mine so you know
One time snitch nigger, bitch nigger,.. with a seven cause that's all I can get nigger
Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me... shots to your jugular
Projects hold me down, A1 customous, A1, A1 omnigous, A1 predatus, pig shelling man down
Got the lost... nigger we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me some
I don't wanna have to itch you with this... burn your whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, trying to get...
If you ain't know now you're no mine
Slang... rid hell no... take another trip to the liquor store
The... wanna smoke,.. you can smoke...
Motherfucker...
Back to my bullshit, back on the block with it
Get it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping
Mano bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks...
What the fuck you thought this was? All I know is doing me
Flying... doing three, got a lane blowing trees
Homie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low hard rock of pure blow
I could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show
Serving... in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets
Dope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggers locked up
Snitched on by own cowards, OJ told me that's life
Murders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed
Reason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigger, this is how I feel nigger
Come between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigger
I don't wanna have to itch you with this... burn your whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, trying to get...
If you ain't know now you're no mine
Slang... rid hell no... take another trip to the liquor store
The... wanna smoke,.. you can smoke...
Motherfucker...
My mamma tell me dress up, gotta keep the feds off
Gotta keep the guards only, I know the motherfuckers want me
Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town
No tomorrow, no promise, know I gotta get it now
Know I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow
Know I need your forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles
Know I gotta shit on niggers, know I gotta do my thang
Knowing that I need me, know the drama that it brings
Know I can't trust you souls, know I can't chase these bitches
Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils
Know I gotta push this trust, know I gotta paint these pictures
Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business
Know I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing
Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble
Know I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me
Know I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me
I don't wanna have to itch you with this... burn your whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, trying to get...
If you ain't know now you're no mine
Slang... rid hell no... take another trip to the liquor store
The... wanna smoke,.. you can smoke...

I said wake up muthafuckas, it's for so long you could sleep
I'm like Freddy in your dreams up here, and live up on yo street
They ki-ki-ki, ha ha ha,
but it's so long they could play
Try to hold a nigga down but every doggy has its day
Killing the comp, tuck 'em, face down
You don't really wanna step in my playground
I-I-I'm a, I'm a class act, you looking at the real life Leigh Brown
You acting like I wanna? niggas, square ass lame ducking? niggas
I could send a few chickens at your door like some? shit
? drew that muthafucka on some balance shit
So how is?
Nigga pick your poison
Shorty keep talking that ya ya you shit but bitch I'm way iller than ya boyfriend
Plus I make more money, you think he cool cause he balling over seas?
Right, I ball overseas too
It's the highest in charge, you mufuckas got that while we starved
You need to hold your guard instead of gossiping and holding ball
Wo-wo-word to my word to my mother, cold as ice shit I need my own cover
The shit that I riddle should have me right in the middle
Cause some of these niggas ain't even did what I did on the come up
Sold out tours on the come up (one up)
Album in the stores 2 summers
Adam Viniteri how I kick it (punter)
Underground king, Big Bunna
9/11 I'm alive man, the way a nigga ball shit I might need a Heisman
Nah! Fuck that I'mma hustle, I'mma need a gold Bill Russell
Right, and a few rangs, king Raw papers filled with butane
R&B; bitch with a cute thang, and a
Jeffrey type nigga like "you rang"
Ha! and some OG, preferably from Oakland