Sum Shit I Wrote
(专辑: Resurrection - 1994)
Marks I
erase like racism, I'm as large as a
bigot Groove is my escapism, when I'm bubbly I
just kick it What I
need from you is understanding that I'm standing On my own two, down with my own crew Toe cancer, I'm bad to the
bone too, I'm prone to snap off When I'm off that Cognac I
can't hold back like a
massouse I
get loose like a
screw turned from left right to tight When it's time for some action I
get Red's "Tonight's Da Night" An eye for an eye, a
life for his wife Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct I'm with the
fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links And if knowledge is the
key, goddammit I'm the
locksmith Started a
missionary way on my life, the
mic I
rust like bostage I
switch styles like a
channel with controls that are remote Engage in a
page, and with words I
elope Walking down the
aisles with styles I
freak the
viles Anti-Nazi when I
rocks like a
Z-28 At any rate, brothers gain interest because I
loaned them microphones They couldn't house the
shit so they had to rent to own It's like that, coming from the
go rapper I
wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra So keep on, and you don't, now come on Ah keep on, and you don't Sometime when I'm alone in my room I
stare at the
wall And in the
back of my mind I
hear a
wack-ass rhyme And I
catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I
get charged Like a
nigga in position with the
stolen card the
credit Fuck flipping the
script, the
rap scene I'm trying to edit My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it" Never's too much, I'm much too, I
do justice to poetics That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Other studs come through to see what I
am up to They be on the
dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit Like Kareem I
got the
hook up, brothers look out because they look Rest in peace to Heavena, washing tons of rappers like Booker Tee told me "You gotta get out of the
crib, get into the
world" How you going to come off with the
style that's thourough? It's like that, keep on, ha ha It's like that, keep on My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock I'm real like a
fight with my rap, rappers I
slapbox Back I
got my rap, now get your glock out the
black face Got tall flavor with fat taste, the
rat race is a
rat race Just cause you got Adidas with the
fat laces and the
fro don't make you hip-hop You sorry excuse for funk rap Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that The
real shit's starting to come back The
Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack I
started eating cat when I
was 10 Before dinner I
was getting big dog like Glen Robinson I
don't see nothing wrong with a
little bump and grind But comes a
time when you gotta get off of that booty The
facts of life I
didn't learn from watching Tootie But living in the
big city but I
still like Tootie cause she got big titties My style is steep, I
write rhymes on the
incline Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a
crib line I'm slamming, jamming on the
one I'm a
bad man, you're just a
good son, come on