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(feat. J-Live)
I ever tell you 'bout the time I had to solve this case Some crab motherfuckers straight invading my space It was approximately 8:47 pm I was on my way home coming back from the gym My muscles kind of aching They felt rigid and stiff But my mind was at ease from this Coltrane riff Playing loud at a shop right on Fulton and Troop Till a Jeep drowned it out with Xzibit and Snoop As I get closer to the heazy, baby, Certain parts of my body started acting crazy My ears got to twitching, and my right hand shook I had a sudden need for speed, so I decided to book As I arrived on my block to see a bunch of kids Scoping out my building, Noticing the door wide open I jetted up the stairs, past signs of forced entry, Expecting to see my humble abode stripped empty Yo, hell no! Yo, my trip from the front door To the second floor Had me feeling so alone, embarrassed, and insecure My worldly possessions that I cherished and prized Flashed in a matter of seconds before my eyes But not photographic, more like alpha-numeric, You know, VCR, TV, Laptop, Z3, VS, MP, LP, CDs, RL, P&B, N-I-K-E Not to mention USA or RC3C To open up in DC For Run-DMC It's gotta be a nightmare, Somebody pinch me! But up the stairs I see, My 10-speed GT Right where I left it, rather bizarre Still felt violated; my apartment door was ajar As I stormed in thinking it's about to be on, The window was wide open... but nothing was gone! As I dashed to the edge, Held my head past the ledge I seen two hooded figures flipping over a fence They was way beyond capture, so I took a step back So I could figure this shit out cause it was getting' intense The computer was on, file cabinets wide open Bookshelves was tipped over; they searched, but ain't steal Wait a minute! This picture from my built-in safe Was slightly tilted to the side, I was beginning to feel The same tingling in my ears and hands Everything else in the house was there, so work with me one time But my instincts failed me not, the safe was blown wide-open, They stolen my priceless book of rhymes! Oh, hell no! Ah, shit! I been hit! Elizabeth, this is the big one Fuck it, these niggers got me pulling out my big guns So be it! They want it, they got it, but can't have it Dagnabit! The last thing I needed was static! But I got a briefcase for just such an occasion So I grabbed it, Jetted downstairs, Hailed a cab I knew the shit was gonna happen, I was getting too nice From the briefcase I pulled out a homing device Three times better than Lo-Jack These MCs is so wack And now they gotta resort To stealing my text?! As I fixed on their position For my intercept mission, The cabbie was feather-footed, it was getting me vexed As we headed towards Jersey, the signal got stronger, Even in the tunnel I was right on they tail A green Volkswagon had the nerve to blast Braggin' [???] A dead giveaway, now watch justice prevail I told the cabbie, Get closer, but he had no heart Next thing I know we was, like, five blocks apart But they was headed for the airport, the getaway plane Traffic was getting thick, so I got out and ran Followed the signal all the way to this private hangar These niggers want to rendezvous with a Learjet I drove a luggage cart to block the runway, to no avail, They pulled out just in time but I'm not done yet Yo, watch this! You think you're getting away, thieves? I know every rhyme in that Book. You got five seconds to turn around. It's like that? Aight then! If I can't have it, no one can! (Explosion) |
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(feat. Grap Luva, J. Sands)
[Grap Luva] Yeah, recognize the vocal cords, uh! Grap Luva ya'll alongside Lone Catalysts Yo check it out Yo I refuse to lose even though I'm battered and bruised They tried to black my third eye but I still come through Crushin the lactose rapper, shoot with accuracy Conscious cat that's dapper, yo it has to be me But enough about myself cuz situations are real Too many young cats be doing raw deals, you feel? Getting caught with the tools of the trade The plan is laid Plus the trap been set, we ain't figured this yet Still paper chasin ignoring the fight that we facin No love for the ignorant, it's called playahating Playas stay hated when they oughta be educated Ego deflated, leave them lies unstated yo We descendants of kings and queens Instead of fodder for the cop scenes, know what I mean? Can't form teams if we ain't thinkin alike That's why you can feel my thoughts when I'm grippin this mic Born to get right, born to be a part of the fight Crushin negative auroas with my positive light Standing strong like David with his sling and his stone It's offical, the Prodigal Son has come home [J. Sands] Aiyyo I claim throne like Persian kings My urban theme is to keep my culture pure and untampered like virgin queens Never splurging cream When I stack I'm merging dreams Into one plan, rappers gettin this green's an urgent thing Number one on the list, no need to front on this shit It's a blessing I don't have to vic with the gun on the hip Got enough ice in the freezer, don't need none on the wrist Just trees and more Henny, that's how I come in this bitch Just like ya'll man, I just wanted to flip And hear myself on the air gettin spun in the mix See you runnin the risk Tryin to challenge J-S-A, N-D-S Yo Grap, these nigga envious? I'm like the friendliest Love and peace to any with The same back to me, that beef shit is wack to me Because actually I find out the facts to be That if you have beef, it's to the death naturally And don't nobody wanna die over dumb shit So don't front on me because of who I run with We gotta teach these kids to say no to beef to live Not by words, but by actions we can repeat the shit Our brothas killing brothas Because it only leads to one dead, one in jail And another story to tell [Chorus x2] It goes hip hop, shoo bop doo wop Put a hook on your mind and check the clock And just do it, and just do it And you know you got to just do it [Grap Luva] Free your mind and define what is true to you Hold your plan tight, something like paper to glue I keep it fool proof, set up a base for my youth When it's all done, she's flying helly's off of roof Big plans now, working my product against demand now Takin breath before I take my steps Now that I'm ready, I execute with great precision On mission with Sands makin proper decicions [J. Sands] That are critical, Razor Sharp like Bobby Digital Political, in all angles we stay pivtoal Original, MC smooth individual I'm down for Rawls, never wanna see my nigga pitiful Ridicule, I do not, that's just my physical The one who stared and played the judge and life is the fool The plan is lyrical, we all just need to get along And that's the formula of the song Grap L-U-V in, Sands I'm MCing While J. Rawls got the funky drums beating, check it out [Chorus x2] [Singing and chanting until fade] |
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