1.They Want Money
I'm drivin'
Benz 190
2.5 and you know where to find me
Driving down the highway
Girlies behind me
Jockin' blindly
No need to remind me
Who i am i know you know me
Stop screamin' and yellin' and pointin' i'm low key
No i ain't got no time for a picture
But slide your number
And i'll get wit ya
You wanna ride
Ya shouldn't of said that
You played yourself
And i know where your head's at
Drive my car don't make me laugh
You better settle for an autograph
Or a hug and a kiss on the cheek maybe
But i ain't trying to make no baby
Forget all the silly rumors you heard
Here's the deal so spread the word
No,
I ain't got no girlfriend
No,
I ain't buy no car
No,
I ain't got no babies
A lot of ladies
Naw, they want money
And i can see'em a mile away
And when they push up
I just smile and say
Back up off me
Smell the coffee
You're screamin' and plottin'
And i'm killing you softly
Watchin' you melt from the second i kiss ya
Hear dollar signs in your careless whispers
I know the game it's old and lame
You're holdin' a flame for my name and my fame
Livin' like givens schemin' on tyson
But she got lucky cause he was a nice one
But i ain't nice and i don't play that
If it ain't tax i don't pay that
You think you're in cause you turn me on
Here one minute and the next you're gone
I made rhymes
I made cash
Why get married and you take half
No,
I ain't got no girlfriend
No,
I ain't buy no car
No,
I ain't got no babies
A lot of ladies
Naw, they want money
The police i'm givin' them fits
A young brother in a benz legit
I don't sell no drugs and take no shh
Park my ride and the ladies hit
So many ladies the cops had a hint
They took me in cause they thought i pimped
Jetted from the station back in a flash
They had nothing on me but cold cold cash
Ladies they all wanna get with
The man with the money
So they wanna get with
The microphone master
And ride shotgun
So people can see ya
And think i got one
No sorry nothin's happenin'
Moe dee's single while he's rappin'
If girls keep lyin' and crashin' my party
Ya'll gonna make me hurt somebody
No,
I ain't got no girlfriend
No,
I ain't buy no car
No,
I ain't got no babies
A lot of ladies
Naw, they want money
2.The Avenue
Bought a brand new car
Driving down the boulevard
Turn the corner
Like i wanna be chilin' hard
The screen is set
For me to get wet
Cause it wouldn't be right
If the ladies didn't sweat
Pull the seat back
To make contact
Eye to eye
You know i ain't living like that
I wear shades
I get paid
And when it comes to girls
And cops i can't get played
Fly girls that
Used to ignore me
I pull up
And let the car speak for me
(beep beep)
Enough said
Better hop in while the light's still red
Homeboys scatter
What's the matter
('here come the cops')
Oh yeah that again
Rather than
Beating them down
I just talk to the men
They don't understand how i've got so much cash
Then i get mad and tell them to ask
Their daughter
I bet she bought a
Kool moe dee tape
For her recorder
We're not always
Thieves and thugs
And what law says
We gotta sell drugs
I get paid
And i'm making a killin'
But when i come home
I just like chillin'
On the
Avenue, a-avenue (4x)
Action
That's where the stars go
On the weekend
It's like a car show
Ladies flock to jock
Cars go by them
If i'm walking and talking
They ask what ya driving
When i peep that
Same old weak rap
Ask her her language
Tell her i don't speak that
Pull out a 'g'
A car key and a visa
Walk her to the car
Leave her there 'see ya'
She didn't want
Nothin' else but a payday
Now she's sinking
Hollering mayday
I knew her card
Cause two days ago
I saw that same slick girl
In a broken-down yugo
With a hustler
Layin' low
Couldn't drive his benz
Cause the cops said so
Your homeboy got shot
In front of your crack spot
You move cause it got to hot
But not on that block
The cops are watching
Baiting and plotting
Setting you up
For the raid in the block and
When they come
You all got to go
But not kool moe
Cause they all know
The knot i got
Is way over their knot
But i'm working
That's why they're not
After me
They're after you
Cause i'm just chillin'
On the
Avenue, a-avenue (4x)
Homeboys wanna get paid
We can do this
The right way
You'll get money and respect
Livin' large and correct
Then come back through the neighborhood
When you look good
We all look good
Cause it's all for one
And one for all
It's got to be a better way
To get the money y'all
3.I Go To Work
I go to work
Like a doctor
When i rock the mic
You got to like
The way i operate
I make miracles happen
Just from rappin'
I'm so lyrically potent
And i'm flowin'
And explodin'
On the scene mean
I got the potential
To make you go
Then chill
I got the credentials
That is of which i chose
To make a rhyme
And chill
Then you know
I will fulfill
To make a couple of mill
As i build a guild
For all the rappers and skills
And kill the weak rappers and no thrills
Hang 'em an ephigy
If he's a sucker
Hang 'em to the left of me
Cause my right hand man
Is my mic stand and
The microphone that i own
And my game plan
Is keeping at a steady pace
Ain't no need for a rush
It ain't no race
I'ma hit the top
Just when i wanna
And it's a matter of time
And i'm gonna
Cause i know when to
Go 'head enter
The classic moe dee rap
That sent ya
Runnin' around
Holdin' ya head
Askin' ya homeboy
Yo man
You hear what he said
Another funky rhythm
Look at ya man
And give him a high five
Cause i'm live
Runnin' around with him
Telling everybody
Hanging out on the block
It's time to wake up
And check the clock
Punch it
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work
Like an architect
I build a rhyme some times it climbs so erect
Skyscrapers look like atoms
Cars electrons rollin' in patterns
Writing out word after word
With each letter it becomes visably better
Cause my foundation built a nation of rappers
And after i came off vaction
I came to roam
The land i own
And stand alone on the microphone
Daddy's home
Open the door playtime is over
Time to go to work and show the
Suckers in the place who run their face
The base and a taste of who's the ace
Start the race
I'm coming in first
With each verse
I build a curse
So rappers can't capture moe dee's rapture
After i got ya
I have to slap ya
Senseless with
Endless rhymes don't pretned this
Is anything short of stupendous
And when this rhyme is done
Your mind will become
So trapped in the rap
You'll lust on another one
You gotta wait it takes time
I don't write i build a rhyme
I draw plans draft the diagrams
An architect in effect
And it slams
And if it's weak when i'm done
Renovate and build another one
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work
Like a boxer
Train the brain and aim
To out fox ya
Like a punch my rhyme knocks ya
Some times it rocks ya
So hard it stops ya
Dead in your tracks
So power packed
Before you can react
You're flat on your back
Down for the count
Get up and dismount
Cause i'm coming
With an endless amount
Of words in a hurry
Like a flurry
A collage to camouflage
The power punch but don't worry
Knowledge is an antidote
I got hand of smoke
Writing at the speed of light with insight
I wrote
Rhymes at a level
So you can't relate
Unless you're intelligent
So stay awake
Sleepwalkers
Slick talkers
This time a native new yorker's
Riding a crescendo wave to save the mental
State of the fan so he can understand my pencil
Rhymes in its highest form
I'm a drop it on ya like a bomb
When it explodes i'll blow up
A few casualties but so what
If you're slow
You blow
You know you go
I flow
I throw all pro
I go to work
I go to work
To say rap is not work
Is ludicrous
Whoever said it
Must be new to this
When you hear me
You'll compare me
To a prophet for profit
Not merely
Putting words together for
Recreation
Each rhyme's a dissertation
You wanna know my occupation
I get paid to rock the nation
I go to work
I go to work
I go to work
4.All Night Long
It's about time
For some action
I'm hot as a tamale on fire
I need more than
A physical attraction
Cause lust is a weak desire
A woman without a good
Head on her shoulders
Is nothing but a piece of meat
For that i'll go to the butcher store
Cause i'm choosy about what i eat
The body is a mere appetizer
And the mind is the real main course
The personality is the icing on the cake
The real magnetic force
The completion of any kind of coffee
Makes my percolator perk
And once i taste the coffee
So get ready to work
All night long
How many ladies
Are deep enough
To handle a man
Like me
I mean mentally
Emotionally and physically
I like my women deep
I like 'em
Hot blooded by nature
But not promiscuous
A women who can relate to
Being spontaneous
And yet i like 'em old-fashioned
Updated with a modern day twist
A women that's a slave to passion
But know when to resist
I like a woman
That's not so public
Cause no one needs to know
And if you can respect my privacy
The forever we're good to go
All night long
Scintillating, sultry, stimulating, sexy
Super, subtle, smart, and seductive
Sensitive, serious, succulent, sensuous
Softly saying she loves this
Kind of
Mental stimulation
That's causing body heat
Visually anticipating
Making love between the sheets
Now i can't stand a groupie
But i'll always love a true fan
Someone ready to do me right
Once she knows the man
I admit i love it in public
Cause it's cool being kool moe dee
But behind closed doors
I get the applause
For just being plain old me
All night long
I never like to make the first move
I'ma rapper but i don't rap
Cause when it comes to the ladies
I'm too smooth for that
I love a women with a good sense of humor
For me that is essential
Uninhibited and very deep
Someone i can really get into
And once i get into ya
I can feel if you're for real
And right is how i'll do ya
I'll give you something you can feel
It's like a romance
Right out of a storybook
Without the
Wine and candles
An encounter
You'll never forget
But don't try it
If you can't handle
All night long
5.Knowledge Is King
I ain't goin'
I'm gone
Up up up and away
And i'm on
A higher plane
With a brain
With a flame
Feel the fire
Desire the same
Knowledge and wisdom
And understanding
Possessed by gods
Transferred to man in
A script of a book
A scripture that looks
Like a biblical writing
Inviting a hook
Of a song sing along with a strong
Subliminal
Message divesting all men from
Criminal
Acts of the devil
Revealed and reveled
Designed to recline the mind to lower level
With no spiritual level
Read the holy koran
Or the bible
Because it's liable
To be a revival
For the weak who seek power it'll bring
Infallible power
Knowledge is king
Knowledge
Who wants some
Come get it
A battle is a test of wits
And i'm witted
Hard beats a torch
And i lit it
Stop the music
Alright hit it
Now that it feels good
I'm heating up
I feed off knowledge
And can't get enough
Knowledge is infinite
Suckers ain't into it
Ignorance is bliss
And they're kin to it
Party and dance
And don't ever glance
At a book or look
For their mind to advance
Caught in a rut
Chasing butt
Trying to get a dollar
Or trying to get a nut
Evil feeds
Off a source of apathy
Weak in the mind
And of course you have to be
Less than a man
More like a thing
No knowledge you're nothin'
Knowledge is king
Knowledge
My rhymes make
A meak mind anorexic
You can't hang without slang
So eject it
I've selected
Rhymes for records
To affect the effect
Of the rhyme that left
Hangin' like a pound
That came down
But you're hangin' the brain
So your brain's hell-bound
Lost and found
By the serpent's sound
What you don't know
Can't hurt that's profound
Or absurd
A better word
An ingnorant fool
Is a real cool nerd
Pockets are fat
With an empty head
Got a little fame and a name
And you're brain dead
You count dollars
So ya think ya in
What good is knowing how to count
If you don't know when
And history today
And it will equal the future
Repetitive mistakes
Cause the brain ain't acute ya
Need knowledge
To understand
The concept of sacrifice
But man don't understand
So we have to fight
War
Killing people we never
Saw before
Most don't eden know
What they're killin' for
Following rulers
Instead of the prophets
The wicked can rule ya
But the knowledge can stop it
Souls can't be controlled
It's a spiritual thing
But you got the knowledge
Knowledge is king
Knowledge
My knowledge comes
From a spiritual force
Stonger than any
Earthly source
Propaganda
Hype or slander
I won't believe the hype
I understand the
Media dictates
The mind and rotates
The way you think
And syncopates slow pace
Brains
Can't maintain
Acertain
Insipid inane crass rain
Insane lame
Traditions
All praise fame
Positions
Want to be a star
Drive a big car
Live bourgeios
Ane won't know who you are
Lost in the source
And praising the dollar
Whether your faith is
Christ or allah
The knowledge of god
Will teach one thing
The dollar is moot
Knowledge is king
6.I'm Hittin' Hard
Ladies and gentlemen
Gentlemen and ladies
Adults teenagers adolescents and babies
No if's and's but's or maybe's
I want the whole world to rock today
Because i said i was and always was
The baddest rapper on the mic and i proved it does
Make a difference
On the way you think you syn-
Cronize the wise tries
To overcome the dumb the drum
Beats a pattern that turns into
A catalyst that'll just
Grab your ear you had to hear
A rhyme's contents
Beyond nonsense
If you're not convinced
Get tense and wince
Cause i'll make a skeptic
Look epileptic
Shake and brake like the holy ghost connected
His body and soul
I control
His mind is mine cause my
Rhyme holds
Minds in limbo
You resemble
A clone of jim jones as them bones tremble
Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief
No chatterin' teeth
Can cease pity or grief
I got you flipping like a burger
Head spinning like a top
Weak at the knees
And you're about to drop
You can't find your heart
You need a warrant to search
Get off your knees
Boy this ain't church
You can pray if you wanna pray
Say what you wanna say
Did you forget you was ambiguous
You're gonna pay
For doubting my rhyme
You better freeze your thought
Cause i read minds
If you got caught
I taught
Lessons for second-guessing
Reroute doubt
I reprogram and deprogram about
Two million fans
Through rhytmic hypnosis
Left in a state
Of cataclysmic neurosis
Neurotic from a narcotic
Known as rhyme
Addicted to rap
And you're a fiend for mine
For my rap info
You're a nympho
I'll raise the conscience
And then hit them so hard with the rhyme
I'ma leave you scarred
Cause i don't just hit ya
I hit ya hard
I weave the bob
To do the job
Set you up with the left
As the right writes hard
Lyrics stick and move
Behind the groove
As the beat gets better
The rhyme improves
Adversaries prepare for a telling loss
Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts
My rhyme is more
Than a fight or a bout
You ain't goin' down
Boy you're goin' out
No count necessary
Cause you ain't gettin' up
Bad mouthin' ends very
Very very abrupt
Thought patterns converted
Through overt overtures
Prepared your mind
Much better for metaphors
More rap classics
Believe me there's no man
Not bach brahms beethoven or chopin
Polonaise would ever faze ya
Like i faze ya i amaze ya
Ali and fraizer i
Get deja vu from listening to
The rhymes that cut like an uppercut
And rings a bell too
I come out smoking
Hard from the first round
Stinging like a bee
And the bell is the worst sound
Cause i don't wanna let up
If you can get up
I'm fed up
The rhymes are sped up
To mess your head up
When the rhyme is over
They tally the scorecard
I get more points
Cause you hit the floor hard
But i'm hittin' hard
The very last thing
That you remember
Is a rhyme in your face
And the crowd yell timbre
Then you fall in a dopefiend nod
Cause i don't just hit ya
I hit ya hard
When i rain
It's more like a hurricane
You wanna dis
Then think of another name
Cause i go to work
And my rhymes slam
Put me to the test
You'll fail the exam
Cause that's the kind of test
You just can't study for
You're guaranteed
To end up bloody or
Broken twisted
Fractured blistered
Decapitated mutilated
Violated it's the
Kind of defeat
That you just can't live with
Try to compete
But you just can't get with
The mental master
Hard-ryhme supremist
My words have ya
Mixed like a chemist
My rhymes flow like
H-2-o
Cleaned with chlorine
To make green so
The rhyme is purified
You can't drink it
Biters and suckers
Don't even think it
The green i made
Is a money shade
When the rhyme evaporates
I get paid
Then it's time to rain
With the rhyme i know
And like plants
Watch my people grow
I heal sick minds
Like christ himself
Touch the soul
Like no one else
There's only one
President pope and one god
There's only one rapper
In that class
And i hit ya hard
7.Get The Picture
Yo
I had to go for mine
From the bottom to the top is a hard climb
But hard rhymes beat hard times
Gimme a spotlight and i'll shine
Brither than the brightest star
No matter who you are
You're outdone
I won
And for the coup de grace
Competition turns into fans
Like a politician
My competition spans
From country to country
It's never too far cause i'll take 'em all
From the shah to the czar
The fu man chu
The prime minister too
The king and the queen
My rhymes are so mean i'll do
A number on the country
Like never before
Is it a contest
Or the threat of world war
Choose your weapon no half-steppin'
And let's go
But if ya steppin' watch ya step
And step slow
Take your time change your mind
Cause steppin' to my rhyme is like
Steppin' on a land mine
Blowing you to kingdom come
This ain't vietnam
A brother thinks he's ready for war brings him on
A perilous journey
You catch a hernia
Trying to burn me
Cause like an attorney i'll
Cross-examine
Your rhymes of my design
And i'm styill standing
Tall
As the competition falls
In actuality ain't no competition y'all
Cause i'm rollin' over
Rappers like a u.s. tank
Meanwhile laughin' all the way to the bank
Get the picture (3x)
Suckers
Tried to put me down
Siad rap was crap
And wouldn't be around
Any longer than two years
But eight years later
I'm still here
Fully paid
Because the rhymes i made
Made dollars and cents
I wasn't dense
I stayed
Away from drugs
I never touched a pipe
When i wanna get high
I smoke the mic
I never did white lines
I only write lines
And i ain't sniffin' nothing but
The vapors from hype rhymes
As i start to float
On the rhymes i wrote
Ascending to a level with the gods and i tote
Loads and mounds of people
As they reach new heights
A half-a-mile from heaven is the party site
And i'm the attraction
The ods will be packed in
Coming out of their pockets for me to rock it
And acting
Like they've never ever ever been entertained
They try to act godly but they can't maintain
Aphrodite would freak
As her knees get weak
And venus would peak
Off every word i speak
Zeus would get loose
Fully induced
I'll make apollo's ryhmes sound like
Mother goose
By night's end
Mercury is so hyped
He'd spread the word
That there's a god on the mic
Captivating all the other gods
By the masses
Described as a dark-skinned brother in glasses
But unlike the other gods
I ain't a myth
You wanna rif
I suggest you take the fifth
Get the picture (3x)
Knowledge
Is the source of my success
History is the course
And life's the test
For those who don't know
History's repetitive
Lack of knowledge
Serves as a sedative
Makes you relax and max
The lack of facts
Holds you back
The odds are stacked
Against a weak mind
Makes a meek mind
But mine ain't weak
I got a piece and i'ma speak mine
Telling you the truth
I raise the roof
With rhymes so hard
I'm bulletproof
One slip of the lip
Could sink your ship
You wanna get hip
Let's take a trip
All aboard
This is the last call
I ain't a mandate cause
I'll only ask y'all
Once and only once
To purchase a ticket
Get on the rap train
Watch me kick it
From state to state
And every little hick town
They'll all be down
With the new hip sound
Treating me like more
Than just a star of the sport
But more like the judge in a court
Y'all rise
And raise your hands in the air
Pump your fists
And solemnly swear
To rock the truth
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth
Not only the youth
Cause the young and the old
Are all alike
It makes no difference
When i'm on the mic
For those who can't
Visualize what their eyes can't see
You wanna get the picture
Focus on me
Get the picture (3x)
8.I'm Blowin' Up
I'm t-n-t
And i just can't lose
An emcee with a fuse
When it's lit i hit
With the lyrical wit
Of a scientist
Tryin' this
Sugar coated
Rhyme loaded
With gunpowder
Now see how the
Crowd will yell louder
Now the
Rhyme is dropped
You hear a pop
You think it's a shot
But you just can't stop
Your heart vibrates
At my rate
So why wait
I hate to be irate
Anger causes rhyme combustion
Like a tornado winds start gustin'
Rhymes unload reload and explode
Riding on the same wave malcolm x rode
On a higher level cause i left the rest
Outcast outlast f- the press
When i hit it's like a bulldozer
Boom and there goes ya
Whole world up in smoke
Cause when i go i go for broke
Yo i'm on the hyped tip
I get on the mic with
Tunnel vision
Cause i'm mic whipped
Strung from the lung to tongue
I breathe rhymes
That come from
A zone that's hidden
And forbidden
If any man enters
Good riddance
Cause a mortal mind
Is just no contest
The rhyme zone
Is my conquest
The twilight zone
Will seem like child's play
Am i a genius
I'll say
I'm so cool
And yet so hyped
When i'm on the mic
It's something like
World war ii
Remember pearl harbor
Fireworks
But don't bother
To run for cover
You don't escape
On record
Compact disc or tape
Once you play it
The fuse is lit
An explosion
You gettin' hit
Rhythmic prophecies
Visions visions i forsee
Me blowin' up in your face
Now stop to see
Smoke fumes
In the shape of a mushroom
Cloud the room
Cause i went boom
I'll light the sky
Like halley's comet
When it comes to rap
I'm it
I'm blowin' up
I'm blowin' up
For the fans that crave
Hip hop with relevance
I'm here to save
Rap from an early grave
Like a god i gave
Life to the mic
As i watch it enslave
All the sellouts
Who yell out
Obscenities and spell out
Money to propell out
Of the ghetto
But like othello
You kill the mic
A cappella
You're in the rap cellar
You rap like
Rap is a dash for cash
You'll run out of gas
It's a marathon
How long can you last
With repetitious nothing
Renditions of something
You can't create
So you imitate the pumpin'
Only the strongest
Can last the longest
I last
My reign is the longest
In hip-hop history
Check the book
Victory after victory
Man look
Rappin' is a science
The mic is an appliance
So i applied it
To an alliance of words
Put 'em in a rhyme zone
Blow 'em up
Like a time bomb
Other emcees
Caugt the debris
Little bits and pieces of me
Put my ideas on
A track you laid
Is like pulling my pen
Like a grenade
I'm blowin' up
Clap
Your hands to that
Old track that brought back
The man that rap
Better than the next man
I take an ex-fan
And make 'em rock harder than any other can
Whoever didn't understand
My game plan
Should feel ashamed
Like a lame
Cause i'm the same man
That ran the rap yard for years
Worked hard for years
Never got paid slaved and starved for years
Then other rappers came off
With rhymes that were soft
I went with the flow
And you said that i fell off
Don't be bogus
Where's your focus
Did what i had to do to make you take notice
Now the dollar's rolling
No more holding
Back the rap attack i'm back on top controlling
The whole rap game again
Like i did way back when
Def jam was a dream i mean
I was slaying men
I opened my eyes realized and revised
How to get paid
Money was made
Cause i'm wise
Enough to do anything
So i did it
Weak rappers forget it
We've passed the time
Of the nickel and dime rhyme
The proof is in the pudding that's
Why i'm blowin' up
I'm blowin' up
Whoever thinks he wants some
He don't want none
He's got to be insane
Or plain dumb
But if you think
You got something to prove
Jump make your move
But come in a tank
And ten suits of armor
I won't whip ya
I'll bomb ya
When you're on fire
It still ain't enough
Cause i won't just bury you boy
I'll blow ya up
9.The Don
I'm the don
Armed and dangerous
With a mic i like
Ordain i just
Make a wish
It becomes a command
The rhyme family
Is my fans
My territory spans
From new york to hollywood the whole country's
My neighborhood
I extort my fans support
With rhymes that taught
Lessons and caught
The ears of listners
They enlist in the
Hip hop mob on the job
Stop dissin' us
No drugs at all
We don't steal or rob
We just get paid
In the moe dee mob
I demand fans family loyalty
Tour support and record royalties
Whenever a band tries to take my fans
I put out a hit understand
I'm the don
I'm the don
Started out in parks
As a hit man killin'
With the rhymes that sparks a mic
Sparks of light
Turns dark to light
Freeze emcees
And rock the mic
Hit the deck
You know what this is
Don't nobody move
And i mean biz
One dumb hero
Tried to step
I pulled out my mic
I rhymed him to death
Other emcees wouldn't
Put me on
So i took over
Now they're gone
I made the connections
Got paid protection
Fees from emcees
No late collections
I take no shorts
Up front on the double
You ain't got it
You got trouble
I'll put out my mic
And a rhymr to bust
Hum
Another one bites the dust
I'm the don
With the ladies
I ain't just a don
In fact i'm more
Like a don juan
Pull ladies
In bunches
Break my heart
I roll with the punches
Write 'em off like a tax
No respect
You ain't down
Next
Cause i'm like
A hard-core casanova
Cross me once
Girlfriend you're over
Outta here quick as
A jet no sweat
Ain't no limit
To the girls i get
No time for games
Make no mistakes
Dis me you're done
That's the brakes
One conversation
Gets my point across
You don't like me
It's your loss
Spread the news
I get rave reviews
I'll make you
An offer you can't refuse
I'm the don
The don
Takes control of the action
Without question
And who's askin'
A takeover
Now in effect
A world tour
To make my connect
The r＆b radio
Family supports me
We'll put a hit out
On top 40
Video families
B.e.t.
We'll put a hit on
Mtv
Store reports
And the billboard charts
Work hand in hand
With the local jocks
As hit men for hire
Personal hit men
Makin' the hits
From the very first shipment
Red and chuck
And the fans that love me
Mr. magic and my man
Buggsy
The hottest d.j.'s in every town is down
I'm the don
A sucker emcee
In a second i'll dis
With a flick of the wrist
He'll kiss my fist
Tip his hat
And bend and bow
Ump
How ya like me now
The o.k. coral
And the wild wild west
Is recreated when
Put to the test
Sparks will fly
Like the 4th of july
My name in flames
Will light up the sky
Other rappers go down
Tryin' to confront me
You know where to find me
Whenever you want me
But think real hard
Before you step
Remember
I'm a vet
Been runnin' the yard
Ever since grade school
Never played cool
But always stayed cool
Before you think about steppin'
I already saw ya
Step off boy
I got somethin' for ya
I'm the don
10.Pump Your Fist
Can you feel it
Tension in the air
Racism
Violence everywhere
Davis, howard beach
Bumpers and brawley
It appalls me
Now it's there
Really racial justice
It's time that we discussed this
I'm disgusted
I don't trust it
What's this
About
New evidence brings doubt
On who took king out
Must have had clout
Took the kennedy route
Witness
Stories contradict and
Confliction make black men
Say it had to end
It won't happen again
Pump your fist (3x)
Can you hear me
Hittin' home
Knowledge
Is the danger zone
Liars and bigots
And hypocrites start to panic
They get frantic
Power
Generated by the truth
Time to educate the youth
The lust for money
Is out of control
Here's proof
Drugs
Always a tragic ending
And at the risk of spending
Time in jail
Caught on a bum sale
They persist
Knowin' death's a risk
Ignorance is bliss
Chump their face
Kill their race
They deserved to get dissed
Pump your fist (3x)
We feel the wrath
From what happened in the past
Has made us walk a path
Made by slavery
Though bravery
We lost
Our unity our source
Of power and we lost
All race pride
In our holocaust
Now it's my creed
I'm from a stronger breed
My ancestors indeed had to bleed
Whipped 'till they were freed
And now
I look back and say wow
How did we allow
Physical slavery
I just don't ever again
See it now i vow
Pump your fist (3x)
But are we free
In actuality
Let's talk reality
Can't you see
The slave mentality
It's a sickness
That eats you up like cancer
And money's not the answer
Won't advance ya
Don't take a chance ya
Lame
Selling drugs for fame
That's the weak man's game
It's a shame
You got the chains on your brain
You're givin'
Drugs to kids and livin'
Half your life in prison
God's for givin'
But you got to work with him
Pump your fist (3x)
Distortion confusion
Equality illusion
Justice collusion
No racism delusion
History erased it
Lives wasted
Victory tasted
Drugs face it
Knowledge wisdom
Educational system
Blurred vision
Lies dis 'em
Voice loud
Black proud
Truth vowed
No sellouts allowed
Pump your fist (3x)
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