Arsonists - Date Of Birth (2002) by Arsonists (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Verse One: Q-Unique)
Has it ever occurred to you that you wasn't meant to grab the mic
and kick a rhyme, son I think you're wastin' time
If you was light you wouldn't shine when asked to sign the dotted line
Tell 'em sorry you must decline, nah never mind
I'ma tag you with this loaded {nine}
Now see normally I wouldn't resort to but since you spit I had to abort you
Tall nigga to short you slash your vocals, stop your raps from being spoken
Crush your knuckles leavin' ya mic grabbin' hand broken
I'm out to damage you like a shiesty manager (buahahaha)
Chase you down the stairs, cut you off when I leaped over the banister
Cornered, it can be, you can't flee
Can't stand to see 'cause nigga you can't emcee
The platinum plaque recipient suffered a twisted fate like chubby checker
being lynched off the goldengate bridge over troubled water
The colonel giving orders smash the juke up for its quarters
Go unpause ya tape recorders

(Chorus: Q-Unique)
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you play flow
Start a rap career, that shit is way no
Start a rap career, that shit is way no
Toy mic you play flow
Don't ask 'em to say hoe, stay low
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Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
Toy mic you play flow
Start a rap career, that shit is way no
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say HOE
Thought to start a rap career, that shit is way no

(Verse Two: Swel Boogie)
I pound the final round *ding*
Bring on the trouble clown, how you sound?
You think I'm lower than dirt? I'm double down
for whatever the case is, whatever the place is
We sever the stages, you could never come face this
Arsonist and Non-phix rollin' with convicts that want chicks
but make sure they the bomb tricks
that don't complain, about any position
Heads or tails I'ma win in any decision
The mission is impossible for you to get it
Complete, so dead it, delete it or I'ma.. set it, I'm heated
I'm must proven guilty for murder 'cause rhymes I be killin' it
If tracks I ain't feeling it than I don't wanna deal with it

(Q-Unique)
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe

(Verse Three: Jise One)
Low brim shadow my eyes (code red) rockin' a steel toe show
Bold to visualize mo' live antagonize size
Most cats fall off the face then come back to be surprised (why?)
Sly Stone the mic to enterprise, true lies within you small fries
Most egos that grow to be loose change, I despise that (why?)
There two kinds that draw the fine lines between the biz and rhymes
You breed greed to try mock mine ('cause I define the true times, why?)
The records B.I. grime shit don't get the air
You fear us nothing but bare time then show signs you're not aware (why?)
Stay low, don't ask 'em to say hoe
A million sold don't make you pro, that's why we hold it for our pyros

(Chorus)

[Verse One: Jise One]
You can't handle what I'm about
I'm smoked out in Amsterdam
With two fans, I'm all about my fam
Who's the boss? I used to love Sam
My slang is mostly homemade
Shoelace to hold my sweat pants
They sag to have my balls right
Rock chants carry ya weak stand
Eat cans of ravioli
Ghetto tours flyin on pan am
I'm too busy being a man to sucking on any soundscan
(Ayo, I bought a land!)
Not me, I'm walking these rough lands
that you reciting in your jams
I observed with sharper image scans
Slamdance give it a chance type talk
Hailstorm across the face
Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands!
I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot sand
Covered in coal with no hands
Swallow your soul and shitted burnt spam (damn!)
It's pretty easy to understand
But you don't know this man
Lt. doing his thang! (thang!)
Manhandle the track to bang! (bang!)
Nigga we got swang!
Swank mag' beneath my sink
I hold rank doing this thang! (thang!)

[Hook: Arsonists]
What you be about? - sunshine I try to prosper
What you be about? - females and lookin proper
What you be about? - spit rhymes that gotta rock yo
We be about - math
We be about - sex
We be about - love
We be about - life
What you be about? - my fam we tryin to live well
What you be about? - I'm just Swel, just tryin to be Swel
What you be about? - pourin out for those who fell
We be about - math
We be about - sex
We be about - love
We be about - life

[Verse Two: Swel Boogie]
I'm about lights, cameras, action
Status, mackin, Paris, relaxin
Waxin oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn what
Yeah that's me keep movin, never stay boaring
I rather ride a bike with a walkman instead of walking
and roll up to some freak chicks and start playing
and rollin with my peeps to the flicks without paying
A hook up is a hook up
Dressin dip, that's my lookup
And going to the clubs to do the blookup blookup
from dusk to dawn
then sleep till 4:30 in the afternoon
And get ready for more
The best time's the summer time,
that's cruisin part
by the end I done
Went to every amusement park
and I'm about tellin you to just let Swel be
I have my fun and still get to hand in my next LP
I be about...

(Hook)

[Verse Three: Q-Unique]
I'm about grabin mics, wearin Nikes
I was built to go through the rough shit
head on like mountain bikes
I'm about bookin world tours and showin up
I'm about givin my seed the things I ain't have
when I was growin up
I'm about 5'9" with a rhyme
that'll stand the test of any timeline
out the fan base in to shine mine
I'm about Puertorican women who make progress
with a mind of a college professor and body of a goddess
I'm about Krs, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim,
Albizu Campos, mayor Guilli.. nah not him!
I'm about doing away with trash
I'm about two seconds away
from puttin my foot dead in a record execs ass
I'm about platinum plaques for underground acts
Shit, I'll spit on anything from Rocafella to Battle Axe
I'm about tellin you what it's about
before it's about to happen
So be about ya biz 'fore this title 'bout starts to slappin

(Hook)

[Verse One: Q-Unique]
Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan from the providence of hip-hop
Do bodily damage like a combination kick-chop
Teacher Sifu Herc and Sensei Bambaatasan
Since I've studied techniques just to drop the kata bomb
With Jeet Kune flow, way of the intercepting rhyme
Battle to the last breath or till my adversary declines
I've trained in weapons, mic chucks and deadly spinning vinyl
The drunk munk breathing aerosol till I'm a krylon wino
Unorthodox over traditional I may condone it
Respectfully bow but never take your eyes off your opponent
Square off as I mentally prepare in my rap stance
Defeat is a Buddah opportunity 'cause that's a fat chance
You write the white belt and flow slow like Tai Chi
I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) possessed by the dragon, y'all won't fight me
Your side kicks don't move me, and seem to have no flavor left
So I drop the flow Kashugi and have them all pray for death
Train till the sample's done. flip with weight like Samo Hung
No need to handle guns, watch and see me make this mammal run
At the end of it all, I'll retire undefeated
Live by the mountain side and write a book of Five Rings for you to read it

[Chorus 2x: Q-Unique]
Training, balance
Focus, challenge
Meditate, silence
Skill, talent
Broken patterns
Have a seat and play your part
You must learn to accept defeat
"Check my language arts"

[Verse Two: Q-Unique]
(Ha ha ha ha ha..)
We meet again young Choy
I will now take you down with the six steps of b-boy
There is no way you'll overcome my 1200 turning techniques
or take out my pen-fist punchlines, your beginner styles are too weak
My fat cap burner kicks'll go over your toy throw-ups
You have a lot of guts, I'm even suprised you showed up
but still.. we'll write fight to the first strike or rhyme battle to the very end
And if I am to die, my loyal students will take the revenge
Direct confrontation with Grandmaster number seven
Push past and catch a blast from my right fist of legend
In a kombat with mortals I play the part of Lui Kang
Confuse you like Manderan slang and balance out the hip-hop like Yin Yang
Chasing fallen rap monks till they run far
Have me resort to animal instincts like Hung Gar and Flung a ninja star
Aimed at the head of an A&R white belt whose fight felt unskilled
Surrounded by a class of records execs and got them killed
Taste my own blood a lash out in a rage
My 'bo staff' is the microphone stand, my 'dojo' is the stage
It's the year of the Q, mark that on your calendar
A double clap at the end of the battle means bring on the next challenger

(Chorus 4x)

[Chorus #1: Lori Velez]
Why you wanna disrespect my love?
Why you wanna go against my heart and soul?
Don't you realize the love I'm giving you?
Don't you wanna love me too?

[Verse One: Jise One]
Do you wanna what? So now you question my love?
Who took you in and your son, who treat 'em like he was blood?
All day you buggin out, sayin I'm playin behind your back
Being a bitch, callin the cops, drop charges to take me back
What is it? 'Cause I'm stayin, I can't live without you
If I can't have you, no one will, don't make me prove it to you
So what I catch a mood swing here and there, that's just rough time
Discipline is what a man about, woman you tryin to undermine?
And mine is like a size 12 foot for you security
Tell me, haven't I came through to provide well for this family?
Bullshit! And I can't stand you, ma told me you'd f**k my life
up and downsize any good that I've done to big yourself
*Spanish*
Don't you dare get in my face
Can't have a peace inside this house, always invading my space
But I'm the one who's catchin the case for gettin stupid
and smackin you all excited when you started it in the first place

Her love, his hate
His words, her fate (what you do to me)
No escape..
His anger, her tears
His abuse, her child, his excuse
What a waste..

[Verse Two: Swel Boogie as "the child"]
Hey dad why you walkin all wobbly and lookin sloppy?
You never nice, always screamin and cursin at mommy
from verbal to physical, fightin into a break up
I notice you beefin from the second moment you wake up
Oh I get it, us men have to prove that we are stronger
Put our foot down, man of the house, we last longer
I wanna be just like you and always keep my fist up
By your age I'll be twice as mean if I practise with my sister
'cause I put vics in her eyes, that's what she gets for darin me
And if what you're doing is right then why is it scarin me
I guess I'll understand a little better when I get older
The more abuse I see and learn the more I'll get bolder
And by my first girl I'll be higher and should be wiser
I always wondered why the neighbor called you a womanizer
but I know now, men rule and it is what it is
Don't worry, I'll make you proud and pass it down to my kids

[Chorus #2: Lori Velez]
Don't you think that I could be your one and only?
Don't you think that you could be the one to hold me?
Don't you think that I could be your one and only?
Recognize what's here for you

[Verse Three: Q-Unique]
Something clicked, she no longer wanted to hear she was no good
No more jokes about her overweight and that she just never could
She had to stop livin in doubt, stop livin in fear
Stop feelin inferior, wishin he would just disappear
For years her words had taken away her self-esteem,
killed most of her motivation and shattered all of her dreams
And yo, the name calling in public or behind closed doors
Everything from "stupid bitch" to "you filthy whore"
He made her believe a succesful life was nothing next to slim
and that she wouldn't be worth spit without him
Finally realizing it was him that would never amount to shit
and he would bring her down with him just to feel someone legit
He felt threatend by her passion so he took action
and verbally tore it down to a fraction, intimidating her reaction
Gathering her belongings with pity she felt
knowin he'd be livin out the rest of his days always hatin himself

(Chorus #1)
(Chorus #2 x2)

"Listen carefully. Get the f**k out of here or I'll kick your ass!!"

[Bridge: Swel Boogie]
Not it's about that time
It's time to wild out, it's time to wild out
Nigga is you out your mine?
Comin' up in my house, runnin' up in my house
I'm about to stop and go
and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth
I'm about to drop my flow
and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth

[Verse One: Swel Boogie]
Arsonists' next shit, ya gots to accept it
Wannabes get hit and get thrown out the exit
with a kick in the ass, rugged Timberland boots
In this game you won't last, you ask veteran troops
They got stories to tell, the battle legends of Swel
Climbin' to the top, never made it and FELLLL
Oh well, not a happy ending, what you was expectin'?
Every man for themself so it's my own that I'm protectin'
"Get lost bro!" the boss told, you, if you cross roads
you end up at the +crossroad+ with Bone Thugs
You bone thugs heard you flame on
That's the closest you gettin' to fire just to stay warm
Hot shot but not so hot, ayo Money, (this is me) and you ain't claimin' no spots
I'm holdin' it down and I know exactly what to give 'em
Dope beats, dope rhymes, dope cuts and dope rhythm

[Chorus 2x: Swel Boogie]
Now when you put us in your system, we goin' burn it out
Now when we get up on the stage, we goin' turn it out
Now what we want y'all to do is just scream and shout
First you scream "WHAT!", the you shout "PYRO!"

[Verse Two: Swel Boogie]
I ain't tryin' to hear the third that and this, catchin' fits
Shakin' breakin' backs-n-ribs, now choose one, smack or fist
You soft, snap your wrist (Swel you fool), nah understand I'm amped and
pissed
So place your bets 'cause them garbage kids ain't passin' me
And I don't make threats or promises, I'm guaranteed
or your album's back and watch my styles attack
I got new friends, some of the old pals was wack
They didn't know how to act, they sayin' shit that's uncalled for
And gettin' gased up, knocked and opened the wrong door
Unlike my crew and I on top bookin' them strong tours
You underhand sort of like pitchin' them softballs
Get outta here with your baby league and watch me blaze the beat
My sense of reflex is at a crazy speed, even fast for light time
Blast raw of them hype rhymes
cause these short 16 bars will last more than a lifetime

(Chorus 2x)

[Chorus: Arsonists]
Whether eyes closed or blind fold (HANDS TIED)
Who's man enough to brawl and roll (LET'S RIDE)
That's how it's done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE)
We keep our pyros tight, ain't that right? (THAT'S RIGHT)

[Verse One: Jise One]
I seek the meek that shall inherit the surrogate means of life
Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for half trife
Price sell out yourself that ain't nice (get outta here)
Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over like you were dice
Splice my words, saddle my conscience
It's rich the hell with peasants
Tenants of apprehensive board games and beast incentives
Relative to the back of my hand
Stripping my face mash with meat bleeding to death in war stance
We playin hangman! (Hotdamn!)
We soldiers to phantoms spittin these street anthems
Quiet niggas to tantrums
We baggy denim to fashion, live band niggas to Samsung
Live ass niggas who ring but then run
Somebody's son that die young callin himself "dunn"

(Chorus 2x)

[Verse Two: Q-Unique]
Illimination of your whole generation next
Cover your earth span in a deep breath
and took three easy steps
One son in awe questionin what his man saw
He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was like morphed into gigantor"
Crowds gatherin like enquirin minds to panelist
Pen scribblin with more thoughts than psycho analysts
Under hand suspects check for a clear coast
I've influenced an independent movement like Pedro Albizu Campos
Except to connect and lift to the next sector
Take the light, you shine and spit it back like a bike reflector
Move with the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom
Plaque playas of the dark age with they designer armor on

[Verse Three: Swel Boogie]
Wondering murder it was, left no fingers- and footprints
An intelligent mind, clever, how ever this crook thinks
but crook is a bad word, I'm raising knives and illin
Doing my people favors and savin lives by killin
Consider me hero, my body resume is jam pack
Startin a war, you either stand up or stand back
This man's wack, out of his crane, just do what he says to do
Don't want to see him hurtin or killin the rest of you
I'm a psychopath, sickest of the psychopaths
Tickin bomb, ready to blast, dirty man cleanin the trash
but don't get it twisted, I'm only after a certain desease
'cause what I'm talkin about y'all, is hurtin MCs

(Chorus 2x)

[Verse One: Jise One]
Looking, looking nervous
Their whole purpose to criticize us
Indicate us on music, this world's a circus
where murderous written language is rap
Initiation to courtrooms exhibit our DATs
Cuffing our wrist back, slapped with prosecutions
Guilty! {*knock knock knock*}
Embetted into the minds of kids, women and ticking
time bombs, warned to bite my tongue
BLEEP that! Ain't this America?
where it's cool to shake your BLEEP and show
prostitutes on camera?
The moment I wanna speak on what I'm seeing
Causing violence, sirens approach my crib
Pig soldiers creepin in silence
with science that I'm a rapper!
Minus the glitter that host the glamour to suck
moist BLEEP on manifacturers
Then they say we rap too much!
Freedom of speech told me to speak as I please
(BLEEP y'all)
You ever heard of such?
Censorship should tied up, thrown in the trunk
Get spread across the desert, get cut in bitty chunks

[Chorus: Jise One]
BLEEP this you BLEEP BLEEP, come at me!
We free to say a lot of BLEEP
then it's used against me!
Your word against mine, and mine about two breaths away
from havin your BLEEP suck my BLEEP live on stage!
BLEEP this, BLEEP that! (BLEEP this across the map)
BLEEP that, BLEEP this! (Self-righteous BLEEPs, we live this)
Your word against mine, and mine about two breaths away
from havin your BLEEP suck my BLEEP live on stage!

[Verse Two: Jise One]
Hip-hop ain't kill your boy and
rap ain't rape your daughter
And this music ain't bring that BLEEP that sniff
across the border
We in a world where everyone just walkin with
giant fingers
Pointing in all directions where we haven't
invented mirrors
Guns as common as light fixtures
TV is pretty pictures that show reality
so what we live is always tintered
I swore on my little bro that's locked down
at sixteen that I won't water down my BLEEP
BLEEP rap, I'm here to blow steam
Whoa! Look at 'em now! Cryin to the extreme
'cause BLEEP shot up the prom
So they blaming it on the music scene and
the teens don't give a BLEEP 'cause they parents
don't understand
BLEEP music get in they hands,
started wildin and speakin slang
Letting they pants hang off they BLEEP
Smokin BLEEP and playa hatin
Relatin to BLEEP and BLEEP so they request it
at the station
Now the whole nation is watching with reddenbacher
and hot pockets
Swanson TV dinners, few drinks and false assumptions!

(Chorus)

(BLEEP this across the map)
(Self-righteous BLEEPs, we live this)

baby tone: "Shut the f**k up!"

[Chorus: Swel Boogie]
I could tell you wanna grab the mic because you're thirsty
Hoping you gonna get some shine but you're not worthy
Let me hear you make some noise if you heard me
We deal with wordplay, so your games could never hurt me

[Swel Boogie]
Let, let it be known in this game we're the illest MCs
F being cool, when I pass by you feelin' the breeze
I'm hotter than hell, my mission is to burn and attack you
You want it with Swel? Oh well, I was sworn to out last you
I be hurtin' ya wack crew, like work on a tattoo
Keep ya MC hidin' like a worm in an apple
Go and built your club house 'cause I'm earnin' a castle
and I ain't goin' nowhere, I'm a permanent rascal
My turn to run pass through flash dash and backdraft
Then again in your face teasin' you with the last laugh
You wack ass didn't learn the lesson I taught
Hip-hop is my game and I'm finessin' the sport
I'm takin' my time and still I'm ahead of your crew
Proves every reason in this world that I'm just better than you
I went to Q's and recorded in his house to Gallco
We 'bout to make you Bob from intro to outro

[Jise One]
Outro to intro, blazin' on instrumentals
Experimental the sentinel, Worf's walkin' infernos
External verbal a journal, beat hurdle breakin' incredible
Burst you to reversible explosion, y'all niggas' gerbils
rat packing shacking with rhythm shaking shahadies
I'm picky iffy labodomy rhyme Swinga astrology
Pardom me but part of me love to rip it explicit inside of me
A torn wound surf we love to dish it
Fish it type esquisite, we pyro burning the shilznit
Kills it, you don't feel it than go and handle your business
Fitness is unlimited, pellin' it, mics, I'm spillin' it
Majors wantin' to no frill it, but hell, we wanna deal it

(Chorus 2x)

[Q-Unique]
Superb words I shift enable the gift to lift masses
Grip the microphone tight enough till it smashes
You left back in classes, shiftin' through wack trashes
My hand goes across ya face till it slap passes
The rap crashes, does ya mic have the insurance?
a 100 beats per minute, can you spit it for the endurance?
Drop bait in dark, thought you hook on some small fish
but ya line caught the mind of a great white shark
Lets celebrate the new millennium, the year Q-thousand
Walk in, case the joint, play it off like I'm just browsin'
Catch you for your valuables, starvin'? Now you're full
but never should you doubt the pull of one who chargin' at the bull
Wave the red cape, spittin' off the head great
You feel from the Empire State and ended up a dead ape
It's a matter of principle like Joe Clark put the microphone
to the gasoline and watch 'em..

[Swel] all let the flow spark
[Q] So it won't go dark
[Jise] Shark walkin' able to bark
Mark words never absurb, place doubles of this on Noah's Ark
[Q] Flooded the earth with pen ink and watchin' evil men sink
connect a line and then link, the snare'll make your eye blink
[Swel] The loose your eyesight, lights bright, even the night's white
if it's out of my hands and in yours then the mics bite
[Jise] With the might of 51 police state troopers
I just might loosen up my screws to make moves
Sometimes is too tight
[Swel] Then start a food fight
"Don't get me started" like Skott said
Get retarded, I'm warnin' you that I cannot stop it
[Q] Like an octagon shape posted at the corner of the block
Watchin' ya sales go down like jock sneaker stock
[Jise] I told Chewbacca, rock a laser glock, spocks' around the block
Sock in the mouth it's better than feet, we got our shit locked
[Q] Like chainin' up the toilet
[Swel] Either that or get flushed
[Q] Bunji off the project buildin' just to get a rush

(Chorus 2x)

[Chorus: Swel]
You can't kill the wise
We gon be here in your children's eyes
And your children's children's children's eyes
We was built to rise and we will survive

[Verse One: Swel Boogie]
Who's gettin shitted on?
Who's gettin shitted on?
Who's the next motherf**ker to get shitted on?
'Cause if that nigga is me, then we gon get it on
Don't even smile in my face if we don't get along
Yeah that's right, I sound foul (so?)
And maybe even sound bocus, but focus
just notice that I know how it feels to be hopeless
and homeless
But it ain't about hard times
Everybody goes through a struggle that makes ya mind craze
and you thinkin who's above you
but I get up, I don't stay down
I got lot of shit to climb, get with the time
You shit on me? That's fine
I'm at the finish line, now you behind
We in the race and I'm droppin your horse
Everything down my road is an obsticle course
And one by one I see 'em go down
and I'm sweatin to win
Who's goin get the gold
I see the fool is bettin, it's him
So now we're toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye
Will you survive?
My crew will strive, we clever why
We never die
It's true we rise

(Chorus 2x)

[Verse Two: Jise One]
We stranded on jungles of concrete
Primal fear scuffing my feet
where paper scuffle spear head pens
And rhymes is good to eat
Where two species of snake meet ground
Pound instinct, swamp walkin a leech
a street parasite wedging my soul to heat
Machetero, puro latino
hybrid with hyena
Laugh it off scraping the blood sucka off
Racing a cheetah
key to the world
I walk, I talk in my step
Guerilla suited and fitted who chalk reps
Shitted with hearts knitted
My tribes kept and never slept
Night watch changing my shift
Just in case of deadly concepts
possess a myth that I could sniff
my prev's shadow in my perimeter
Sinister sounds at night
So I hibernate in the winter

(Chorus 2x)

[Verse Three: Q-Unique]
I stand evenly against all odds
Now at a war with gods
so from the heavens came triggered bullets to dodge
Struggle to survive
It's never ending
My eyes locked on the bonus plan
Though adversity keeps it pending
Food, shelter, riches, hopes, dreams, wishes
But life could be like a mixer
sometimes the fader switches
Watchin as time passes to the last sand granular
Put on to run the streets without a survival manual
I move day to day, unaware but well prepared
digest the proper rations and framed lenses
to help my stare
exists 'cause I'm one step ahead
Never get ahead of myself
'cause one too many steps could be
one step ya dead
I've played many times with the chess master
Lost some of my pawns and sent my knights into shear
and great disaster
I stratagize and move through life's highway
At the end smile with a Sinatra's sureness
'cause I know I did it +my way+

(Chorus 2x)

[DJ Spin One cuts up]
"it's soul survivor"

[DJ Spin One cuts up]
"I know you hate to hear the drama" x3
"the drama's all we know"
"I know you hate to hear the drama"
"the drama's all we know"

[Jise One]
Jise was a scapegoat with staggered tear hype
Snipe life work on the street poles
with jailstripes born spic with temples of dynamite
Strolling turnpikes troopers will take your life
Jise died a week ago, stealing some rice
It's kinda trife without a wife and kids
He landed on skid road facing a bid
with blood on his bib, manslauthered his wiz
He should've did the pride away,
slid to hustle legit
He grabbed dreams with mits, losing a steady grip
Without the wits you're in shit
Within the pits of sleaze hell, spit fits
of hunger split his own wig
Lava leaking from top lid, shades of grey coat
his atmosphere, to rid 'em of the positives
moves lived
He broke grid, shifty biz the greenback sense
Making a mends, with pocket cents
He smoke sin, robbing ladies and gents
He rather kick it on corners with sauna
sources of hatred
Patriot of the jungles of N.Y.
he never made it
Faded by the crossfires of gimmick
He lost his image, LSD marking the scrimmage
He'll never finish, forget it down in the village
with saks of tray size
Selling to vintage niggas with cashroll
missing the whole prize
He sizing up the shorty with splash expertise
Within his eyes there's no ease, don't ask why
She's cuty tease, cheese hag sittin on genital
sore case, with all types of insecurities
Get your knees and get these the D's
and mom dukes discuss the where abouts of young man
Who ran it contraband styles
with dreams of rocking summerjam (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out this concept (damn)
It's kinda sad that we blew out this concept!

[Chorus 2x:]
Street life equals hard times plus
hard crimes divided by death
Prison multiplied by life wasted
Swallowed by the Earth before you could even taste it

[DJ Spin One cuts]
"I've seen the hood raised brothers"
"killed too many of us"
"killed too many of us"

(Chorus: Swel Boogie + Q-Unique)
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE?
Don't worry now just take your time
You have your water, your wife, plus three life lines
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE?
Get it right and for sure you'll be proud
And if you need help you can even ask the heads in the crowd
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE?
Questions like these can take for weeks
But for 30 seconds you can call one of your peeps
WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE?
But get it wrong, and you'll lose your cash
So I advise you, split the answer half and half

(host
contestants)

What up playas and playettes, and studio audience guests?
You tuned into the show that got you thinkin for the dough
One million in cash if the right answer match
You can spend it in the clubs or save it in a stash
Our first contestant:
Worf outta Borath
Who hate half ass niggaz, he spit a lot so build a raft
Contestant number two:
I'm mister Quiles from the Bronx
Where rap first got its props and street kids open barber shops
Our third contestant:
From Bushwick Brooklyn, better known as Crooklyn
Swel Boogie, he'll keep you lookin
Well then, now that we met our three contestants
Sit your stink ass down and get ready for the first question!

Complete the phrase:
If you want to join the crew, you must see me, you can't sound like..
Stan & Paulie?
Shan & Marley?
Abraham & Correy?
Capone-N-NORE?
Who'll answer it for me?
Is it Shan & Marley?
Good guessing, next question!

Which one of these choices make it harder to walk the block:
Is it A) the liquor shop?
B) dealers lacin the red top?
C) closin the weed spot?
D) the beast with black glocks, that rock knots
claimin they heard shots, makin it more hot?
I'd say: D) the beast, watch ol' flatfoot walk the streets
*whoop whoop, pull over* That's the sound of da police
Is that your final answer?
Yes y'all!
Correct! Now lets pick it up a notch with more dough to collect

What was Rakim before he became what he is today?
Is it A) MC?
B) b-boy?
C) graff head?
or D) DJ?
I think it's: C) graff head, before becomin a microphone fiend
he tagged with jungle green, that's what the magazine said
Now is that your final answer?
Yes y'all!
Correct! Now lets take it up a notch for more loot to collect

Which dress possess the best breast:
Dolly Parton in a cowboy vest?
Tyra Banks in stretch?
Lisa Lisa in sweats?
Or Lil' Kim at the Grammys, showin half of her chest?
What's gonna be your guess, now wait, take a minute to invest
Who needs a minute when we know it's Lisa Lisa
Bonita freaky latina, if you're watchin I wanna meet ya
Is that your final answer?
Yes y'all!
Correct! Now lets take it up a notch wtih some more loot to collect
It seems like these contestants are on the right track
So after these messages we'll be right back!

*Can of Whoop-ass ads*

We'd like to thank our sponsors, without them we wouldn't be here
Now back to our contestants on WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE

Which of these would correct for the smell in a project building:
Is it A) dirty diapers?
B) pissin on the wall?
C) beer on the floor?
D) blunt smoke in the hall?
Can I choose all, one out of four is a little tricky to call
But I believe it's: B)
Why?
My stair case is like a stall with my moms lockin me out
and I'm drunk pissin in corridors
Now is that your final answer?
Yes y'all!
Correct! Now lets take it up a notch with more loot to collect

Darth Vader is the father of this guy, here's a sample:
Is it Luke Skywalker?
Luke Perry?
Groovy Lou?
or Luther Campbell?
I'll use one of my life lines
This money's for my daughter
Okay, the heads is sayin it's Luke Skywalker
Is that your final answer?
Yes y'all!
Correct! Now lets take it up a notch with more cash to collect

What's the best way to get on:
Is it A) soundin like them?
B) throw money on tables?
C) gettin it in the anal?
or is it D) start up your own label, nurture it from the craddle
Back and forth to sacrifice but be always willin and able?
Life line, quick! What's the answer? The choice is on the table
Who better than do it yourself
I'd say: start your own label
Is that your final answer?
Yes y'all!
Correct! Now lets pick it up a notch with more dough to collect
*beep* That sound indicates that we have ran out of time
So tune in next week when we continue to climb

(Chorus)

WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE?