What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Lennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all day
Aye yo you love the way I rep black
Step the f back
‘Fore I bring out the guns
And chest check
Respect that
Any girl I met that
Hit that
Love the way I spit that
I don’t kit kat
Push your wig back
Get you shit snatched
Get your ribs cracked
Got a friend
Have me kick that
Get that
Sit back
School shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack
For the big stacks
And the big act
Now I got the big gats
Click, clack, uhh
Since day one been in a ditch
Came with a snitch
Now I’m in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the ?
Begin with a stich
End in a kiss
So yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day don’t go by I ain’t been in a chick
8? on the dope ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in 6
See they all see the 12
But you see me in it
TVs in it
BBs kinted
Ask who it is
You see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I’ll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How ’bout the Palladium
Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh
Play people
Jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that’ll jiggle with the A’s legal
You not a threat
You want it you got it bet
I’ll leave your momma and your poppa wet
Nigga wait now I’m set
I’ll go another route
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don’t give a fuck about
Un would’ve ? about
I’m through wit’ it
Your crew ain’t even true wit’ it
I see your man he’s like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam why you act like that
SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack
Pat pat pat
Rat tat tat
Put fear ‘fore envy
Nigga I’m not in fear of any
I’ll leave a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha
Throw fiestas
By alma queta
Chicqueta
Monero
Nieta
Don’t ever fuck around with the Don’s cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin’ in the Jon Cletta
Or the black boots
Jumpin out to act cool
Cars never lease ’em
Girls ? ’em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas tease ’em
Bitches please ’em
When I’m out of town yo my pants got a crease in ’em
All calls valid
Never hard mallet
Dallas
Been up in you favorite star’s stlyus
Coward
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though
Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though
Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What’s up?) what the fuck is wrong with you
Cam- Fuck that it’s not a game
Guy- Yo, you ain’t gotta be rythmin for niggas like that
Cam- Man fuck them niggas B
Guy- Yo, you know what you do
Cam- What?
Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal
Cam- Aight check it
Aiyyo I’m ?
Cook up the crack
Everytime you look up a gat
Got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nah
The guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check
On this work of the rap
Now I’m not saying what I like
Or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face til’ your shit’s right
See baby boy I carry guns
You know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
And I was just like y’all flippin’ hundred pack
But nowadays I’m the only
You a running back
You got to understand baby I’m done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb
Don’t mean t
Boys own hero born again
Savior of the Empire
Come to save our national game
Against all odds, and umpire
Once a simple cricketer
now champion of bravado
He’s the darling of the tabloids
‘Cause he’s got a trendy hairdo
The game was having trouble
Filling advertising space
So our hero padded up
Media face, medium pace |
Tricky:
I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
Me a better man
Me a better man
I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
A better man
Make me a better man
I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
Make a better man
Make a better man
I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
Make a better man
Make a better man
I’m on my knees
Three-sixty degrees
Make a better man
Make a better man
Make a better man
Make a better man
I’m beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
Me a better man
Make a better man
I’ll be beggin’ please
Three-sixty degrees
Tricky and Martina:
Make a better man
Martina:
Make a better man |
yeah
Infinite
Lockdown
yeah
yo, I’ll tell you ’bout a drama
of this wild girl, for real
she was wilder than most of them street cats, for real
the black Pamela Anderson, Barb Wire or similar
crisp, like a gold plated dessert eagle she dealt with ya
sky’s the limit, a lady thug underneath
watch all the huslters givin’ nuff respect to Shanice
had mad connects, but half of them would have to risk life
to make a million was the biggest goal on her rife
she just engraved it, small, right on the outside of the barrell
couldn’t really notice it unless you looked close like choaclate goes
right by the light post
she juggled on the corner with a blown barb
bleed you through nights, a couple slugs
dark blocks always run hot, heat up your spot
anything done, comes with consequence, sometimes suspend shot
forever guide you as long you stay strong
the real girl relate to these words, the last don
[Chorus]
’round and ’round it goes, but I still strive
I’m human, I’m human
the dollar sign is what controlled her life
but never mistaken
yo, you wanna hear about Shanice
she livin’ in this cold world
walks with a shotty, response for nobody
streetwise, on a street level they try to take yours
try to run your mouth with these ops between your jaws
she knows how to draw cocked hammers and four fours
must’ve ride in under her lingere in the top drawer
sometimes she feels she gotta rock a vest
for the types of work she’s invovled wit’
rob all your goods, make you strip
one night, a bachelor got locked off in the west
ah yeah, they done it too fast, the house under heard a gun blast
a wild wannabe be one, right through the ceiling
now everybody gotta leave, house is fogged up from trees
Shanice is on her way out, she bucked a girl she had drama wit’
back then once, but never seen since
she’s in the eyes of others, but too vexed to hear her told
me be in this last verse, and watch this drama unfold
[Chorus]
she was a girl who didn’t hesitate to deal with your case
the other girl, her man was drapin’ it, and all in her face
didn’t love the drama, but dealt wit it when came to it
like the flame fluid in a lighter, same to it
half drunk, her man grabbed Shanice by the arm
she made a quick dip, down in her kicks she kept her ops
tight right beside her ankle braclet
she pulled it out and beat a pair grains
whoever stood around, she put you involved
the girl, she picked up one inside her abdomin
her man picked up one inside the arm for trying to hold on
same time she fled the scenery, on the way out
she dropped her little ankle braclet, but she figured it out
only until she got home, she seen it gone, knew the risk
turn on the TV, city news lookin’ for clues
but months later, the time dragged on and caught up
it’s comin’ back around like three sixty, but born shifty
twice hard, you either get turned or get time
some stellos get to turn you quick and instant, no fines
somebody knocked the door a couple light times out in the cold
she didn’t see nobody standin’ outside through the peephole
that’s where she made a wrong move and opened up the door
kid jumped up, from behind the wall, holdin’ a big four
bare face, didn’t have a mask
that’s why she recognized him from the past, kid started to blast
blew one for the incident
two in her neck back
three for his cousin that she killed a couple months back
she titled then collapsed and find her sleepin’ in the doorway
floodin’ the hallway, what goes around will come to the long way
|
Yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, hero, not no small feat
its all heat in this day and age,
i rage your grave,
anything it takes to save the day
nueromancer, perfect blend of technology and magic
use my rappin so you all could see the hazards
plus entertainment where many are brainless
we cultivated the lost art of study and i brought a buddy
automator harder slayer fascinating combinations
cyber warlords are activating abominations
arm a nation with hatred we ain’t with that
we high-tech archeologists searching for nicknacks
composing musical [stimpacks?] that impacts the song
crack the motor what you think you rappin for?
I used to be a mech soldier but I didn’t respect orders
I had to step forward, tell them this ain’t for us
living in a post-apocalyptic world morbid and horrid
the secrets of the past they horded
now we just borded on a futuristic spacecraft
no mistakes black its our music we must take back
yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator
yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator
yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator
del i’m feeling like a ghost in a shell
i wrote this in jail playing host to a cell
for the pure verbal, they said my sentance was equivalent to murder
just another hurdle, i bounced through a portal
i knew they had the mindstate of mere mortals
my ears morphed to receptors to catch ya
every word about gravity control
and the families they hold for handsome ransoms
on the run with a handgun blast bioforms, I am more
than a planetwide manhunt with cannons
will make me abondon my foolish plan of uprising
fuck dying I hijack a mech
controlling with my magical chance so battle advance
through centuries a hip hop legacy, megaspeed
hyperwarp to automator’s crib and light the torch
they can’t fight the force,
victory is ours once we strike the source
enterprising wise men look to the horizon
thinking more capitalism is the wisdom
and in prison all citizens in power with rythm
we keep the funk alive by talking with idioms
yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator
yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator
yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator
isn’t eternal evil concerned with thievery
medieval prehistoric rhetoric well we ahead of that
lay it down with soundwaves that pound pavement
original menstrals my central processing unit
is in tune with my heart for this art
not artificial cuz that makes it hard to miss you
copy cats finish last in the human race
staying glued to safes to prude to take a buddah brak
we got [espers] that let us bless with fresh shit
undetected by yes men questing for five fleeting nanoseconds of fame
protecting the brain from conspiracies against my cosmos
while i float to neo-tokyo with opio
or discuss combusitible rust clusters with plus
evade cyber police in a computer crib confuse the kids
but I can make a kickin rhymes thats sacred
telepathic mind that takes its greatness from the matrix [esper]
rhyme professor rushes in ultra pressures with correction measures
why half the worlds a desert
canibals eat human brains for dessert
buried under deap dirt, mobility innert
i insert these codes for the cataclysm
ever since I had the vision use my magnitism
in this modern metropolis they tries to lock us up
under preposterous laws thats not for us
yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron zero, and automator
yo its three thousand thirty,
I want yall to meet deltron
Hey bugger me, now where’s mi clogs?
Sunday cap and Sunday togs
Come along and pare some shins
Winner often wins
Hey ho! And away we go!
Kick your opponent’s shins, oh!
Hey ho! And away we go!
Legs are made to bleed, oh!
Up the hills wi’nothing on
Down the pike to Todmorden
Battling at the village fete
Where shin and clog will meet
Hey ho! And away we go!
Kick your opponent’s shins, oh!
Hey ho! And away we go!
Legs are made to bleed, oh!
Oh! Oh!
Hey ho! And away we go!
Kick your opponent’s shins, oh!
Hey ho! And away we go!
Legs are made to bleed, oh!
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Eye Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see
Eminem: Man what you know about a sweet MC in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see
Verse 1: Eye Kyu
Yo some people say I’m whack, now if that’s right
I’m the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime
My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I’m the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forgot a gold digger’s succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness
With the mic I’m like a dyke, can’t no nigga fuck with this
I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from MC’s and I ate it
So I take it that’s the reason I’m hated
To represent my temperment
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MC’s would not be impitant
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL’s Rock the Bells, but you is a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nympho maniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blasterate, and have you all running master gates
And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
Defiance, no we won’t have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well I’ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you ain’t singing or gonna do a thing about
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn’t hold your own with the strength of Lou Forigno
So stop that bullshit and flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know
Chorus: Eminem
So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see
Eye-Kyu: Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you bout to see come free
So you wanna be the sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see
Verse 2: Eminem
So what, you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don’t know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you’ll never beat the MC
I’ll stop the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I’m sure your bound to agree, a sweet MC crashes the spot
I’ll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don’t remember me
I’ll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
It’s either them or me man, kill or be killed
You will and be sealed your casket closed you still gonna be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I’ll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he’s acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner then Jay Rue jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn’t go out with a bang
I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C’s
Skip over the D’s and rock the microphone with E’s
Dethrone MC’s and I’ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, writers get treated with shocks
I rock a beat harder then you could beat it with rocks
I’
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