Man, you ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing. 'Bout your daughter, nah, she ain't my type. (But supposin' she said she loved me). Are you afraid of the mix of Black and White.
The eastern world it is explodin', violence flarin', bullets loadin'. You're old enough to kill but not for votin'. You don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin'.
[verse 1]. Is the groove good to you. Like when you lose your thing. Forgetten grits is grocery. And eggs is poultry. . Makin a livin against those makin a killin.
You see em doubled, tripled society got in line. The same thing / same time. Blind state of mind. Cant change the channel in them brains. Got em all in chains.
Back. Caught you lookin' for the same thing. It's a new thing, check out this I bring. Uh Oh the roll below the level. 'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon.
Back. Caught you lookin' for the same thing. It's a new thing, check out this I bring. Uh Oh the roll below the level. 'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon.
Now what sound of my DJ cuts. Terminator's back on some ol' fools track. Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back. Flippin' disco raps used to be whack.
Now what sound of my DJ cuts. Terminator's back on some ol' fools track. Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back. Flippin' disco raps used to be whack.
Now what sound of my DJ cuts. Terminator's back on some ol' fools track. Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back. Flippin' disco raps used to be whack.
I'm keepin' a cool head, smart and calculated. Tell da skinheads what I said and they hate it. One dumb move they make. A mistake a turnover, going, going, gone and its over.
Stax of wax 55 high fulla tracks. New cats jackin' beats from way back. Pay for play only way to get them platinum plaques. Clear the racks jobbers slobbin' you for tax.
People runnin' on empty, rock the sympte. Outside 2001, other side of the sun. . Running, here we go tumblin', few solutions. Honey, they polluted the future, got me thinking of a new thing.
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'. I got loowies boy, um not trampin. I just came from da-crib ya know. Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro.
Ridenhour - shocklee - sadler. . Caught, now in court 'cause I stole a beat. This is a sampling sport. But I'm giving it a new name. What you hear is mine.
Here come the drums. Here come the drums. . Bass in your face. Not an eight track. Gettin' it good to the wood. So the people give you some a dat. Reactin' to the fax.
Oh, runnin' for your life by the knife. You're runnin' from your wife, yipes. You should've stuck with home. 'Cause your mind's to blow your dome. It was you that chose your due.
[VERSE 1]. Damn if I be some slave again. Got no fake ass friends no timbs or rims. Sure nuff got no designer names. And i never played no video games.
I'm countin' down to the day deservin' fittin' for a king. I'm waitin' for the time when I can get to Arizona. 'Cause my money's spent on the goddamn rent.