They use the simple back and forth, the same, old rhythm That a baby can pick up, and join, right with 'em. But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic Using nursery terms, at least not poetic.
We got it on lock like Barack got the nomination
Putting styles on lock, and making beats by the bundle, Scooping more props than Bryant Gumbel...and staying humble.
These niggaz ain't thugs, the real thugs is the government. Don't matter if you Independent, Democrat or Republican, Niggaz politickin' the street, get into beef, Start blastin'...now a new cat is executive chief.
Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.
Next time you see a brother down Stop and pick him up, Cause you might be the next one stuck.
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you. Never forget where you from; someone will remind you.
I will endanger your species like an ostrich, Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage!
I don't like thugs, I don't like nerds, I don't like myself and I hate bein' disturbed.
Braniac dumb-dumbs, bust the scientifical, Approach to the course and the force is centrifugal. Can you find your way through the lyrics that be catchin' 'em? Throw another rhyme across the room, they be fetchin' 'em.
How far must you go to gain respect? Um... Well, it's kind of simple: just remain your own. Or you'll be crazy sad and alone.
I want a girl with extensions in her hair, Bamboo earrings, at least two pair, A Fendi bag and a bad attitude, That's all I need to get me in a good mood. She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang, I love it when a woman ain't scared to do her thing.
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns, As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons.
Why's my name the Large Professor? Cause I milked your cow, in other words I hit your heifer.
Scared of a bunch of water? Then get out the rain. Order a rapper for lunch, and spit out the chain.
Shoot eagles on the Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust, Seats soft like a midget's cough.
And when I smiled, 'Bing!' I almost blinded her. She said, 'Great Scot, are you a thief? Seems like you have a mouth full of gold teeth!' Hahahaha, had to find that funny, So I said, 'No child, I work hard for the money. And calling me a thief? Please...don't even try it, Sit down, eat your slice of pizza, and be quiet.'
Music just ain't what it used to; We used to have songs that you could shoplift or boost to.
You've got to realize that the world's a test, You can only do your best and let Him do the rest. You've got your life, and got your health, So quit procrastinating and push it yourself.
I got a ill gift, I'm real swift They be like, 'Damn, he's still rich.' When I send my Men in Black, Listen, none of them niggas named Will Smith.
If rhyme is a crime, my mic is my co-defendant.
I had a cigarette for breakfast, just for beginners, Cried for my lunch, and sleep for dinner.
It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.
EPMD in effect, I'm clockin' mad green Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog, Girl was runnin' wild...ate her like a corn dog.
For underground metaphors, you can scrape an inch below the turf. For what it's worth, my style's been developed in the core of the Earth. The exhale's volcanic, the inhale is seismic.
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