Every one of my when you hear it it'll burn your face as sulfuric If you're the microphone I suggest you pass it. Hand it over Sickly's the way I know how to drop it Every time I kick it look at me like my name's Believe it or Not Got a time slot here at the Zero Hour Been laughed at for rappin' since I was a little coward By all the kids who over me Overpowered me and beat the shit out of my Like it's the job in an hour And how are we the ones who powered these And we can't get nothin' done, we by kings and queens The son, the one in the attic Hope the don't come true America, she you us who would back up the groceries Or price up the clothes that you normally see On joes, oh that's me Little rapper and glad to be
I like my dropped in tip-top condition I keep on but no one listens I must fire, I can not wait for a fall This is our only hope, is a war is a war
*Every picture you see is a reflection of The targeting of certain audiences as a major corporation could simple: They feed you shit. Just stop eating it, genius.
Run up in the Office and find Doug Morris Pound him in his office, his life real pretty Like bitches that sing These forces are us to try to relate In spite of what they lead you to believe in the first Can't move in the 'cause it's packed so tight Everybody up in my business, the lyrics I write Dismissin' my raps off shoulder like the never happened Actin' so thuggish like they tough Tinactin It's rubbish, all bubble gum to me Nobody bumpin' me stoppin' by your record I'ma MC's with platinum CDs You see these two fists? They got MT of Budweiser, got balls of steel wire Like a and supposedly ya'll are keepin' it real But ya just provoke and poke at me And hopefully you remember jokes to me
I like my hip-hop in tip-top condition I keep on spittin' but no one I must drop fire, I can not wait for a This is our only hope, is a war is a war
*If ??? rap in you was approved by tests see it's got nothin' to do with you. The real gangstas are old white men these records out. Hip-hop? That's the last thing give a fuck about.*
By any necessary I'm buryin' advesary Every vocal performance it's important to vary If you wanna feed all then you got And I'm on the line, we can meet at the grassy at ten Maybe rap was hip-hop to them Seems it's just a cash crop to them So don't claim you it proper then This war never end I can no longer pretend to be If I die in a battle that's I got a potion named number 9 I got a heart that for the art This is hip-hop for the Not a 1 on the
I like my hip-hop dropped in tip-top I on spittin' but no one listens I drop fire, I can not wait for a fall This is our hope, this is a war is a war
This is a war, is a war is a war, this is a war This is a war, is a war