Songtext:
feat. Buddha Monk, Delta #1, Drunken Dragon, Kendra, Manley Musa Internetseiten Wuppertal
[Manley Musa] Yo, what? What? Run kid, run! You should break North for thinkin with your's Send out track signed sincerely hardcore Throw you in a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the Mac-one-one My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock slip That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh? I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack Auto Folie Now we put in together, we can all get that Huh? Puff forty the rocker, Shorty naughty with two squigs Three pulls then pass it back, don't even ask me why, black You may act, sane, you may act, shady I think he's still goin crazy over his baby Hailey Go hey-hey Hailey walk slow, my slow flow's so remarkable The rap attract until MC's come so I could spark a few Put you on starvin like a hostage, put you on like 'em fossils What a rascal, triangular when I'm verbal head-bangin ya This style, lean on poles and watch heads fold And bang their pins like it's the same session So call the best that you know, uh, I'm numero uno Number one, hoe, whatever language you know You could've been my ace or my ill, we go through cases to build Right now you goin through faces of fear So it's a rhyme fract', you don't turn out the lights And beast walk the streets, got you scared of the night
[Chorus 2X: sample] Play y'all niggaz drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me Play y'all niggaz drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me Play y'all niggaz drunk, it ain't no mothafucka like me Cuz I be on, I be on some New Improved next shit
[Drunken Dragon] Yo, yo, yo... They call me Darth Vader when I'm invadin ya space Raid your area (Yo RZA hit 'em with the mace) Leave that hard shit up under a rock, ya sound fake The platform shake, I'm like a human earthquake Feel the tremors, lights get dimmer, cut your power lines Short-shiggety-shine, illuminate your mind I heard too many rhymes slackin, too many MC's be lackin The skill that it takes (and they still rappin!) My apparatus is the baddest, my lyrical flow's the maddest Your style is the Pips without the Gladys (Hoo!) Light-Brite, these MC's be writin wack rhymes Claimin that they pullin fifty triggas at a time (Yo they lyin) I'm out firin, yo Puff you be While you poppin shit I'm poppin nuts up in your girl's coutie I roll the mic up in the Philly Smoked it, now watch these MC's get silly From the contact, Dragon, I rip mic's tight Poppin couchie in the daytime and lyrics at night Damn right, Bob, I rock a rhyme non-stop Straight from Brooklyn where my hip-hop gets dropped
[Chorus 2X]
[Delta #1] Ain't no mothafucker like me... On some next shit, holdin laser three-eighties Givin laser dick to a bitch like Kendra, playa I'm on tracks hustlin my pen, I'm a Nigga With Attitude Like Ren & Dre, keepin verses gangsta And I teach my little couso's how to spit verbal ammo That I had Flex on they dick and bomb shit up When my squad rolls up, it's Nuthin But A 'G' Thang We keep raps potent, that's a gumbo thing, what?
[Kendra] (Buddha Monk) {both} Got y'all niggaz on ya back like I'ma fuck 'em in the V If you see my cheetahs, China rings overseas (It's the darker slower, sword swingin, kamikaze gun totin Bust a rhyme with the Henny, drunk totin) It's motion on stage, put niggaz in a craze Musical chairs when I raise like flags, a forte Hell raise, find ya by doorags (doorags, nigga) You crews laugh, this staff blew too fast (We never knew that our slang would cause too much impact On the Devil, wantin to reject that but the kids is buyin that) Nigga's tryin that, tricks we give, tricks with kids Shit we live, catchin licks, all in the demon's grip Need I say more? Blow up Buddha-God, the sage shore Salute the lyrical tear-up, we never fearin you Scarin you, too tough for the wack, we never hearin you (You stuck by two of the greatest tactics) Yes (We bomby blue, blarin on every track, if you ask us It's the Blackout, bum-rush) You wanna get stupid? (Cold, ready to aim to bust back and make noise) My corpse is a RZA from a thriller or nine killa Passin by Mumia is like trapped in the raw, nigga (So who wanna test those who sue skin like iodine) Acidic, my rock frequency like Jesus in Palestine (Packin nickel-plated chrome nines I design lines to the burn-freeze minds) Cross the River Jordan in Timbs to get mine {It ain't a mothafucka like me}
