(Who's Gonna Be The) Next Victim (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(álbum: Jurassic 5 - 1998)

2na, my brother, they don't understand, they just don't understand
I mean, we dropped this tape superb and MCs still had the nerve
Volume 10 told the honeys they was hype but wasn't his type
And they still wasn't with it
But I think we should give 'em another chance
So what I want you to do is step behind this mic
And show 'em why you're called the victim of a brainstorm

The professor thinks globally but acts locally
You're just a local who be tryna kick it vocally
But I hope you jokers see your thirst is ludicrous
Stop drinking my lyrics and save some for the tuna fish
I know you wish this was a charity function
But this ain't no luncheon, so stop munching, you munchkin
'Cause every line is mine, they ain't yours
And as I pause, hold your applause
And listen to 2na first as I go through my verse
I lyrically prove that I'm as deep as the universe
Rappers are the targets and this is how we pick them
(Hmm, who's gonna be the next victim?)

Yo, 2na, role manager Steff Money just stepped in the house
So you know you gotta give him a shout out
But remember, don't sleep on these rappers out here

What a sight to see, unity makes a tape
But death step, honey step, money counts the paper
So escape the violence 'cause he'll damage ya
I can't deny, I rely on my role manager
Steff on standby in case hands fly
He causes heads to fly, so kiss your dreads goodbye
If you got some, 'cause when Steff gets dumb
He'll burst eardrums for those that don't hum
Along with us, the song was just a trend
Black, your voice will crack like "Just a Friend"
Scared speechless, and what was funny was
You freaked when you seen how large Steff Money was
I'ma alert another if Steff hurt another
He'll go to jail for pre-meditated murder, brother
And dirt'll cover the corners of your coffin
Life is like a train, you get off when
You feel fast pain, it could be your last pain
As I reign and remain like a grass stain
Unrinsed and it's been fun since
I get no nonsense 'cause I got gun sense
Seems enough to cap your trap shut
You'll need a snapshot to capture my rap spot
If not, think with me, video link with me
I'ma let you know about your idiosyncrasies
Boy, you're lazy, too damn passive
Loose with the same excuse the whole class gives
Your ass lives on last-minute decisions
As a result, you can't envision
Success, yes, you're mentally sick, Jim
(Hmm, who's gonna be the next victim?)

Yeah, I like that, 2na, but check this out
Since the audience is listening, I think you should let 'em know a little bit about yourself
And while you're at it, take 'em on a trip through your thoughts

Perhaps we can continue this journey like Rustlers' Rhapsody
Lyrics I bred are just threads in my tapestry
You might collapse if we continue the synapses, see
Chali's policies have intoxicating quality
Like puffing buddha, so Nam Myōhō Renge
Lyrical liquid is released in a thin spray
Inflicting pain with the strength of Kunta Kinte
I may be thin, but I burn like MJ
I then say that buddha's not a bandit
Ideas equal cities and sess is the mass transit
Taking you on journeys beyond what you see and feel
Using metaphors as lyrical vehicles
To see that you'll get acquainted
Face it, it's slamming, ain't it?
Pictures that I painted leave your brain contaminated
With dreams of gentle streams and lyrical trickle
Tenderonis are phonier than a plastic nickel
At the flick of a Bic, trick, elastic tickles
And I put you kosher like Vlasic pickles
I'm the stork in this
So go ahead, stick a fork in this
This is my fantasy and I'm Mr. Roarke in this
Robert Bork, I insist can kiss the Jimbrowski
(Who's gonna be the next victim?)

That's right, who's gonna be the next victim?
We're taking on all comers
The audience is listening to THX, a Lucasfilm production

Who do you think that it could be?
Bring me my next victim
Who do you think that it could be?
Bring me my next victim
Who do you think? Who do you think?
Who do you think that it could be?
Bring me my next victim
(Hmm, who's gonna be the next victim?)