Superstar
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[Intro: Easy Mo Bee]
{*scratching*}
"Go for mine, and run down the line"
{*scratching*}
"Go for mine, and run down the line"
[The Notorious B.I.G.]
I went from construction Timbs to Ac's with rims
Flipping mixtapes to bitches feeding me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range
My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars
Blindfold you when you step in the car
That's that superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
Cease roll the hash, it's in the pocket with the nine
Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline
I want a presidential Roley (So)
So I crush MCs to guacamole, making Robin scream, "Holy moley!"
Big Poppa, fuck a cape, I'm that Paper Crusader
Playing Sega in the wide body Blazer
[Coolio]
I shot dice with a priest and drank yak with a pastor
So it's me, myself and I , loc, my own lord and master
When your ass was born, it was all on the lawn, and
When it's time to die, you'll be all alone, so
Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone, and
Start taking care of your own, nigga
Everybody's human with the nature of a sinner
So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
I gots to fight back against the powers that be
Cause the powers that be, be tryna fight me
Standing at the crossroads but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and some take the lefts, but
Lo and behold what do I see
In the distance? Some resistance
[Doodlebug]
Well, I travel the land like my man in Kung Fu
Marching up this hip-hop scene with my Digable crew
Now you and you know the science so don't front
Cause Brooklyn won't front, nah we don't front
In fact, it's getting like a Daily Operation
See Knowledge Born represents my young nation
And I'm facing opposition in every form
So my Manchu Squad seven odds is on a swarm, like crazily
Cause it don't pay to be, a black man in a land of mental slavery
They say Cash Rules Everything Around Me, true
So what I got to do to be as lavish as you?
I don't roll with no crew, and do the same old same
So I travel the seventh plane by way of Coltrane
Now that's an ill thought, niggas get caught in my wisdom
Because the number Seven is like the master of a rhythm
[Big Mike]
It ain't surprising these motherfuckers still hating
They must don't know I ain't that nigga to be played with
It's been stated way back in '88
That a nigga like Mike will stomp the head of a snake
Now quakes was felt when my feet hit the ground
And fakes fell when my heat made a sound
Now, hogging nonbelievers gonna fall
When my niggas make the fucking final call
We started out small, now we got 'em stepping nationwide
1995, one minute, heads are gonna fly
With that rootin' tootin', Southside shooting
Booting any nigga who ain't trooping with Huey Newton
Fuck disputing and it's time for a change
Nigga, what you gon' do, when we rearrange the game?
Blow 'em out the frame with new ideas
We's about to gain leverage putting it down out here
Break 1: Easy Mo Bee
{*scratching*}
"Go for mine, and run down the line"
{*scratching*}
"Go for mine, and run down the line"
[Buckshot]
I stepped in the jam with the god on my side
And the god S.T. is still waiting in the ride
So I stepped to the DJ and told the DJ
"Yo, throw the wax on" "How many emcees must get dissed"
The mist from the blunt smoke decides who's next on my list
Can you feel the hiss from the snake moving my direction?
No u-turn, you getting burned from the sun in my intersection
The god has spoken, sword stroken
If you think you ready for a fair one, pay your token
On my soul train, control your brain
Bucktown representative, break it down like a ki' of cocaine
Straight from the lab, and I still elevate past the snakes in the grass
Fuck it
[Redman]
It's that Funkadelic Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it
Fuck the best, niggas better start putting on helmets
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk coming in stacks, bullets humming from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck-buck, get stuck
I'm jamming like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few stitches
BLADOW! Plus my style pack like Luke bitches
I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame
Like Liu Kang, burning your membranes when the wind change
Mad explicit when splifted, my scriptures
Leaving your mic boney like that Tales Of The Crypt bitch (Uh!)
All y'all niggas suck my balls one time
While I unwind, I'm busting your ass, counterclockwise
I get Dumb but Dumber, why your vision blurred
For all the loo-hoo-ooh-sers
[Ill Al Skratch]
Aiyyo, Mayday, mayday, raise the white flag
Let the pants sag, fuck the drag (I'm a puff the whole bag)
It's the low down and I'm low-key, the O.G
Niggas know me (True) so take it easy like Mo Bee
The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal
On the subliminal, (Niggas!) watch what your women do
All the bitches wanna know why the frames I (rock)
That's just the "blacka blam" from the Glock
Bear witness, (to my mental fitness, no fear,)
Precaution, (maybe) too se-(vere) for your (ear)
People round pro, on the down low, let off a round slow
Subtle, (and leave you in a) puddle
Breaker, Breaker, 1,9
Cause it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
It's like
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's like that
[Rock]
I can rhyme as long as my dick, get bucked
I grabs the mic and I do's what the fuck I want
I'll outlast any blunt, White Owl, Philly or a Dutch Master
Raw like a natural disaster, as I crack ya ass like cheap plaster
I might bash ya, while my tongue lash ya, when the Rock cruise, I crash ya, Leave or get your car wrecked
And I give a tribute to the Ripper Tek, and I slash ya
After I'm show that you jokes, I go see my bro with the 'fro when we toast
All the punks 'pon the planet, plus every single fool
Cause without all of y'all, Heltah Skeltah wouldn't prove what we do
[Layzie Bone]
Putting your shit to the pavement, them meeting the gauge
Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazing, nothing phased
Bone, my deadly fist of brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses
Put 'em all in a coffin, you dearly departed, better off
[Wish Bone]
Deliver the psychopath, so I'm down with a buck and a blast and getting my chance
You niggas are fearing my sawed-off
Blew thee to rest, so fast to blast
So if you, thinking defeat, you need, to best, be packing your shit, you bitch
Not that it makes a difference, cuz, when we a done with the quickness
[Krayzie Bone]
Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, bucking em once again
Enough to pick a defender they try to contend us
See, all they gon' win is that Mac-10
There's never another to go with a brother
While smotherin' suckas been gon' undercover
We leave em in gutters, ain’t gonna get caught. But who was the sucker that squealed on a murda?
[Bizzy Bone]
Creep with the street, sweeper, better R.I.P. and pray
The bullet don't put in much work but I'm a sure, wit, shot
Puttin' the bullets just where it hurts, and um
With a me tech'll slip up one on the popos, Bone, Bone
Better be nothing to me, you set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up
Break 2: Easy Mo Bee
{*scratching*}
"Go for mine, and run down the line"
{*scratching*}
"Go for mine, and run down the line"
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey, you, don't you dare give me no type of argument
All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
You better believe every time we come, we come hard
The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
Now every time I turn around, my people start subtracting
They cause this shit, then they wonder why we start overreacting
Hey, ay, ay, you can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it, I'm a hit you with my music
I'm frying up shit sizzling like cyanide
Watch me coincide, "Please give me room, yo step aside"
Ha, those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there dropping dimes
Get your shit drawers up out my hammer
Young survivalist represent the next Black Panther
[Dee]
I hang with blacks and you hang with whites
I pack a nine and I don't like fights
I'm from the deepest darkest ghetto streets of South Central L.A.,
I jack for Jewels, watch where you bail
It's right across the street from Hell
And no one said to repent, went to the liquor store
Blast on the cashier, just like I did last year
Now tell me if you was there, would you be down?
When them black boys beat Reginald Denny to the ground?
Now, a brother beat me for a dollar, I shot him for the buck of it
I try to rap (?) some white people, they said change that shit
This is West Coast Rap-A-Lot
I smoke the Houston Astrals Hat a lot
I shot a punk for hitting me up
[Assassin]
Down to wet something up, that's opposing my cause
What's the difference between this and Hell with gasoline drawers? I live a sick lifestyle, my profile shows I'm in this
Handling business, to defend this, Justice is cause for action
My people tell me "don't hold a strap, Man"
I don't give a damn, South Central and
Looking out for the black man, struggling with my brother man
Roll with the Clan, brokers ride the Tascam
It's us against the man, and I'ma damn get shot
They'll have to put me into jail, cause I ain't going for the clock
Turning pig wigs to mop, time for the bullshit to stop
I got a hood I die for, been organized since '64
[Jamal]
Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre
Rolling on crews like Pirellis on Acuras
If you don't believe my steez is real
You can check the emptiness of my Glock 9-mil'
It don't matter which way you come
I still be the nigga calling shots with the gun
I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run
None is about to fuck with the son
Mally G, I never kick a rhyme for free
Function rap skills, I come live like TV
For all of y'all, I come across to be real
With super shit like Fall Guy, in lines to make 'em all die
Infrared beams, mind full of schemes
95 'til keep it real, get the cream
Fuck around and get dropped, it don't stop, Nahmean?
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