Intro (Stakes Is High)
(专辑: Stakes Is High - 1996)
(When I) (First heard) (Criminal) (Minded) (I was in...) (Damn, where was I?) (...seventh grade) (Battling this other emcee) (Smoking a
blunt and drinking a
40 down lower East Side with my niggas) (I have no idea where I
was, it was so long ago) (I was on my way to a
family reunion in a
car on the
Long Island expressway when I
heard it) (Rooselvelt Projects) (I was in...) (I was outside of church when I
was really little and I
was doing the
wop with this girl) (Red Alert played one of the
songs on the
radio) (It was so long ago) (Yo Merce, what's up, this is Hanson, man, I
want you to peep that out. Yo, kid... I
was at this party, this hype party when I
heard KRS' Criminal Minded. I'll call you back, peace.) (All right!) (All right!) (All right!) (All right!) [POS:] Channeling, in sync so my what brings that testament To cover twelve inches of funk Flip like as if I
was the
Dalek himself Specialising in cleansing like the
its of Elephants, Dove hits bibles out the
park, man Don't wven try to toss bleach, I'm too dark and Major more soul than James' "Escapism" De La Soul is here to stay like racism Patrick know and I'mma put the
pillow off the
bed As I
lurk up on your thoughts while phones on your head Riff a
tech pro, flex Sue, running you the
links Scout weather, pouring rain outta duck's survive links And if one winks for pink slips, the
slips are short Dull-minded as sperm, to give out for the
souls I
report I
sport too fly for the
forty-ounce drinker I
sport too fly for a
forty-ounce thinker A
fresh linen scent so sniffer on the
two-inch A
talker of the
berg without weed influence So stick to you Naughty By Natures and your Kane 'Cause graffiti that I
based upn the
wax is insane [DOVE:] Grand groove, I
wish I
had the
flavor bid Give me six bottles of beer, I
take the
seventh one free I
got the
chandelier, kick, constructed by my man Little elf, big four gets the
zootie for the
self Long Island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn Jiggy-not see me so I
trip straight to your porches Mr Partymaker puts the
boogers in your bottle Straw it and drink, what bees gotta be's 'Cause I
snort the
crazy-crazies Man, I
kick the
Franken-style, dig the
bolts in my neck Wreck, ship, boat, rock Heavy metal grooves ain't the
infinite Here I
hips to the
hops I'm looking for the
words in the
faces of a
prince That brother been down ever since soaked cheese And motor go smiling Hey, how ya doing Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting Hey, y'all reminisce, six streets, little miles Straight to my avenue (Aaaah... aaaggh) Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue I'm headed for the
bigger E, for the
bitter OE, not me Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu Buckshot honeys, dig a
gun and go aaaahhhhh...