You got the vocab
I got the vocab
You got the vocab
You know I got the vocab
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell em I got the gift o gab
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself.
Hey yo catch me when Im sober, but now I drink for the belt.
So pass the root straight to the right hand side.
Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high.
I said its big emergency mind your busy body
He hit me. I broke his nose. The referees Mr Fuji.
So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird dont mock.
The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot.
So Mr Rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am
He looked at me a laughin said my music would make F.M.
Station. Youre Haitian. Youll never get nowhere.
But I sweared on my grandmother grave wed be here.
So now when I back track
I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back.
You think Im cool I think youre cruel so heres a shell cap.
On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped.
Ratatatat.
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope ?
Boat people here we go Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho Yeah
Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop.
And search for some knowledge that come runnin in the woods.
And if I should a choose to be one
Then I will be a? hoodin with books and look to kill.
My proof is in my puddin
If I chill in the hood would you be say that Im hoodin?
Now. Let me exercise a new style that will brutalise
MCs into a warpath genocide.
Nobody move, nobody get hurt. Its a homocide
So jump jump punks ready to get stuck.
Evil Kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts.
Im mostly fillies, Im just straight up front, ha.
Meat ya tryin to light up you get blast like nitrogen.
Runnin for mercy, runnin for oxygen.
Bad L.A. meat youre better off comittin suicide.
I shoot the lip so high I strip you of your carbon dioxide
Rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin Oh my.
Boof Baff another son a go die.
Whats the matter with the black man? Black man
Now a statistic. So dreams of her become realistic.
Poor bastard gets mystic I dont believe you checked the psychic
Emancipate your mind. Dont set the limit. Reach the summit.
Free your spirit cause your blunted
From the lyrics I just stuttered.
Live off the streets says the brother with the machete.
Live off the lady says the brother with the glock in patrol.
I live logically, no weak slave to poverty.
You see its very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet.
Brothers from my way they used to get mad plays.
Till they caught us bustin doughnuts til the break of day.
Brother, my brother, you played me undercover.
She wouldnt be your lover so now you tried to dis her
For sister. You missed her but ask yourself a question.
Can I make a suggestion? I need a true confession.
Is she skivs cause the skin that shes in makes you sin?
Does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister?
Mister. I asked him for a hanky. He asked if he could spank me.
So whyd you disrespect me, sir?
Were you thinking Im misguided or were you tryin to hide it
That you had no father figure.
Which? Check out your wackness. It wont distrust my blackness.
I wonder for a smack, but dont think that it would help this.
Whats the matter with the black man Black man
All original gunman dem original good Bahahahahahahaha
Come jackin it up an I bad an me fell in ma booby trap
With a rappin up for the eight track play back laid back sit back
An Ill? an me runnin? as a matter a fact
Cause I trappin a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. Woah!
United we stand, divided we crumble.
Whats the flavour? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall
These days every man want to be a god.
Lay down the gun every man on the floor.
But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role.
Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down.
Watch us bleed. Another gunman go bleed.
Watch us bleed. If I used up all my dust I got?
Watch us bleed. Me up an comin ready.
Watch us bleed. Watch us for original Tranzlator Crew.
Oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see.
We out.