Pollution

(album: Three Dollar Bill, Yall$ - 1997)

Oh, come on, fool
Fuck you!
Yuck!
I-I-I'mma drop that shit!
Straight coming at you punk!

To criticize is critical when digging on my concept
Rhythms keep on building like the smog, got you running from the law
Maybe it's that low-end smothered with the freestyle
Maybe it's the thought of being on the bottom with the pile
Styles bound to the skylines
Keep 'em on the sidelines choking on my fly rhymes
You need the Heimlich maneuver
This ain't no joke, you're gonna choke when I'm slinging it to you
When did you decide
To be narrow in your mind?
When do you decide?!

I'll probably never understand!
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight

Breaker – breaker one nine, spitting out that skill
Suicidal funk let me know you're real
I'm walking on a thin line with the sticky bass line
Now you're stuck with the flow running through your mind
So when you're crossing over, let me know you're real
Put that flex on your neck, now you got the feel
Rumble like the thunder, now you're going under
Makes me wonder what the fuck is even going down
I listen to 'em stereotype, when they complain
I can't refrain from bringing on the pain
When did you decide
To be narrow in your mind?
When do you decide?!

I'll probably never understand!
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight

Ain't nobody doing like... you

So when they tell me to turn down that volume
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell Sam to turn down that bass
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell me to turn down the vocal
I'm gonna bring that beat back
And when they tell us to shut the fuck up
I'm gonna bring that beat back!
Yeah, gonna bring that beat back!
Whoa, gonna bring that beat back!
Fuck, gonna bring that beat back!
Yo, yo, yo, yo J bring that beat back!
When did you decide?
To be narrow in your mind
When do you decide?!
I'll probably never understand!

Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
I keep the grip real tight on the mic when I spill
Pollution
You preach the noise about the words that you don't wanna hear
Pollution
Gonna bring that beat back

I'm gonna bring that beat back!
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it!
I'm gonna bring that beat back!
Beat back bring that beat back!
Beat back bring that beat back!
Beat back so shut the fuck!
Whoa!
Back back back back back back (Fred shut up, alright?)
Back bring the fucking beat back (This is me telling you to shut up)
Back (Shut up!)
You sucker (Shut...)
Fucking sucker song (Fred shut the fuck up!)
Mmmm dum
We're done