of the revolution And then they try to blame us for drug distribution We don't own no factories and we don't own no planes California ain't the place
splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
criminal a convict a black man a MC a MC a MC [Chorus] [Verse Three:] mmmhmmm you know that's right that's why people got to get their high so they
want, need You can be down, just don't deceive Got a whole lotta tricks up my sleeve Might say somethin that you don't believe But the show ain't over until I leave I don't
torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put
we advance as an avalanche of soul, and everything that shine ain't gold Just cause niggaz got brew don't make em nickel proof My record contract reads hit man
broken when you die yo', hearse'll stall So weak you probably the worst of all Bullshit MC's I motherfuckin curse 'em all Like my Nikes white like them birds that don't
put it in the air Don't even break it out if you ain't gonna share it's like that man, I spray Jokers like Batman And I don't have to be Robin/robbin
Green Bay ninja green with technical electric feedback Twist your kneecaps back Automated robot flex skills like an Autobot Transform, get warm, get
These MCs are like dykes act like men but really are bitches [Hook x4] Represent y'all, Represent Connecticut nigga... dont get it twisted... Ain't
Me Tell You Somthing Don't Try It At Home With Your Dad's Stereo Only On The Hip Hop Supervision, Alright" "So You Wanna Be An MC Huh" "So You Wanna
you're the future of the planet You don't wanna be a rapper cause it's drainin entertainin too much strainin on your brain, I told em they don't need
your whole flock up And walked toward ya Scattered all up on the chalkboard Socrates self is thoughtless From farmers to Metropolis I get these process all twisted
Real KRS Peter Gunz (Ice Cube) [Gunz (Cube)] Throw ya hands up what up now (It don't stop) South Bronx represent that, Brooklyn represent that (It don''t stop)(It don't
through, another man vision The lively, MC, on your television With the true art smart, of start fool harty party Hardy smarties, who can't shine against
climb off it Dont' hold your breath on it Only begun If you ain't the Rhymesayers I don't owe you a crumb Can't no MC call me his son The lowest ever
greatgrandfather was Irish let's roll the dices, 'll break you like young Tyson give me the mic man, I don't need no hype man put a thousand on me,
see a little kid get shot? Give me two good reasons so I don't smack you For flashing a gun in my face just to get some respect All in all, it's all love
