Mean & Vicious
(专辑: Fahrenheit 1/15 Part II: Revenge Of The Nerds - 2006)
He's meaaaan, and vicious (Uh!) I
can't believe he's that rude To those stories, those rhymes, that Jew Then he put 'em on the
floor like cat food And put 'em on the
track like glue Then put 'em on your head like hat, hey back to you, Lu Black power, I'm just running with a
barrel full of black powder With a
hole in it holding it wheezing deep, breathing Running from the
fire on the
trail I
keep leaving I
can't shake it, I
swear it's heat seeking, I
keep seeking Somewhere to hide from it, duck and dive from it But it keep keeping up, just when I
think that I've done it It keep sneaking up, oh, leaking barrel of black powder How that flame keep reaching us? Just one of the
long-winded, extended metaphors of Lu's This time I
use an example of a
fuse to demonstrate How I
can't lose, I
would put it down But I
can't due to the
glue that I
use to fuse Everything together, well, I
spilt some on my hands And goddamn, I
might have to carry this forever Well I'm crazy to the
game till they bury me insane There once was a
boy that grew up on the
west side Of Chicago, liked his hat to the
left side Wasn't in a
gang but he was prone to bang Doing his thang, doing his thang There once was a
boy that grew up on the
west side Of Chicago liked his hat to the
left side Wasn't in a
gang but he was known to bang like Doing his thang, doing his thang Truthfully, I
have trouble with second verses Cause the
first one be so intimidating, it be bullying Pickin on it, instigating, pointing out all the
second one's limitations Like, "You ain't nothin but a
imitation, like, bits o' bacon Then he gets the
chorus and the
beat to get together Then they all gang up on him and get to hating But then around the
eighth bar he tires of their conspiring Commiseratin, then he finds his inspiration To spar, he takes a
few seconds of judo lessons Gets back on beat, then punches the
guitar They stand in awe, like, "When did you write that?" They ain't even right, black, first verse already happened So he don't have a
chance to fight back, I
like that Abagnale Junior, check me, you gon' respect me Aight, 'Trakk, listen to him, feeling himself Swagger up and a
few ad-libs to back it up (woo!) Let's back it up, I
think you've had enough Give me my mic back, you ain't even write that Oh, it's like that?, 'Trakk, stop pumping 'Til this nigga stop frontin',, yeah, yeah, now right back There once was a
boy that grew up on the
west side Of Chicago, liked his hat to the
left side Wasn't in a
gang but he was prone to bang Doing his thang, doing his thang There once was a
boy that grew up on the
west side Of Chicago liked his hat to the
left side Wasn't in a
gang but he was known to bang like Doing his thang, doing his thang Oh my God, my perils and my odds I
ain't really here, what you hear is a
mirage This ain't the
delivery, baby, this is just Lamaze The
ice cream and pickles, the
tickle and a
massage The
King Arthur, rhythm of the
night, El DeBarge The
camouflage water in the
distance, flogging a
camel To get there with the
quickness, mean and vicious Grinch Who Stole Christmas and hid it in the
garage That was a
collage, a
barrage, I
brought all things That seem keen to help this thing start Jump, jump, my battery charge I'm bout my green like string beans and beings from Mars Its a
mean thing to be seen with ours Got that F&F on me, I'm a
young lil' thriller I
will resurrect, homie, come back for my killa In some disheveled apparel with that same leaking barrel, it's on There once was a
boy that grew up on the
west side Of Chicago, liked his hat to the
left side Wasn't in a
gang but he was prone to bang Doing his thang, doing his thang There once was a
boy that grew up on the
west side Of Chicago liked his hat to the
left side Wasn't in a
gang but he was known to bang like Doing his thang, doing his thang It's meaaaaan, and vicious