Lord have mercy Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Don't set it off kid and get me started Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed But momma's still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid I'll play the parent Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin
Chorus Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'
Lord have some mercy on my soul
Now why everybody making shit that's unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat But don't snap cause this ain't HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I don't need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say “Ah who dat waz??? Who that was is the man of all hours sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers don't front on the reason Cause I'm seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em
Well if Jesus is your Lord Then Praise your God And if Islams's your Thing- Allah U Akbar And If you represent the 6 pointed star Well, then my Hebs back home told me say Shalom I put grooves in the mix I make moves like the Knicks I'll take ya strait up the lane And block you out the frame Then I freez it Believes it You needs it like heroin Before you git your fight on Kid, get your stare on Here come the Don Dada Makin' ghettos red hotter I drop the boom bada Like Jake LaMatta I can single you out And isolate you like Mano I'm undefeted like Rocky Marciano I hit you right below the belt Now you singin' Saprano Talk what ya talk Still you dont know what I know
Chorus
Some fiend for ass Some fiend for cash Some do the knowledge Some do the math Some stick to the road Some stray from the path Some do the knowlege Some do the math
Now East Coast- West Coast Wonderin' what's the beef It's goin down rough Like swallowin teeth I say word to Thin Lizzy kid, I get busy And I'll knock all of ya'll Off this wonder wall Cause on a daily basis I rock like Oasis Quick to be your style From a Fetus to a child I kill 14 billion cells Puffin L's Stompin devils on all 9 levels of hell check the transmission Hear the transition Observe the technition In fly night vision you high-light reels I lace my drug deals As you skim and check feels Off chics in high heels It's all bright and sunny When your holdin big money My Sonics got youth As my mud got honey I can be the king of grunge If I blow my spunge away there's a little black spot on the sun today Which I dont care if my souls are dead so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king
I say hey now c'mon ya'll If there's money in your pocket And your walkin tall make your way to the bar And get your poison chose And drink it old school style In your B-Boy pose
I get off Madd flows Like a pack of eskimo's On the dog sled in the blizzard Cause I'm the wizard of (oz) Ah, Shit I'm gonna wreck ya set And you stepin to me is just an emty threat Something I cant sweat Kid, you never see my worry I've never been caught But my hands may be dirty 5 years from 30 Come check my age If ya cant pop Simply turn the page And I'll engage Wit that kid thats been swiftless Stickin to the roof of your mouth like some chippin Peanut butter Ya know know my style's butter Cause every word I utter Rock's the sky's from the gutter I make ya shudder When I rock your soul I do dames the way I like I get mike's controlled Well if ya get bold Well then ya get bit Cause your knowlege is a trick Kid, It's makin me sick
Chorus (x 3)
I'm Danny Boy With the Hard Core style I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal(Root Canal!) You get me started and I'm hard to stop I got 45 caliburs ready to pop And when I pop off You drop off You get blown out the frame Cause the more shit change The more things stay the same And I got no respect for your area >From Brooklyn to Dublin I keep your ass fumblin' Cause I'm the fuckin ball busta Brooklyn heart breaker House of Pain pimp money maker
Chorus (x 2)
I got rhymes finese I got rhymes galore I got rhymes for peace I got rhymes for war I got rhymes for heads I got rhymes for skins I got rhymes Kid your crew aint got no wins So step up if you wanna get your head cracked Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed I'll kill you all Just like I was the small pox I'll kill ya livestock just like I was anthrax Come see me live Then crazy like the Band Sax
No doubt Hold tight Till the break of dawn Till the break of light
Say yes, yes ya'll To the right beat Get up everybody's bout to leave their feet Get down everybody's bout to lose their seat I be huntin down crews like Pacino in Heat Puttin phsycology in your biology No scientolgy Dianedic anistedic You took bad advise Kid, I'm madd precise When it's time to get nice I heat it up like Spice
Chorus (x 2)
C'mon lets be real You only think you can deal Cause when I'm holdin the steel I rock shit that make you feel like "Damn that look easy, maybe I could do it" So you take a phat beat And put your wack rhymes to it And God only knows What could make you persue it For those that cant dance Just clap your hands to it
Chorus
You tell me you the baddest And you get the most cream But tell me whats the status On your self esteem You fronin on your jewels And your Bens And your Lex, All the bodies that you caught And all the Females you sexed Yes, Yes ya'll True indeed The sight of the world Keeps me high on weed Makes my eyeballs bleed but I must proceed Yo that chic's good lookin But she's hooked on speed Buy a first row ticket Watch the vultures feed Get you culture free From the lust and greed
Watch out, bust the style I be kickin' I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins Return of my dragon, pants be saggin' Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin' My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted From the phat back of blade, I must consume 'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you
VERSE: Divine Styler
VERSE: Cockni O'Dire
I bow my head to the east five times a day I put my face in the dirt every time I pray To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover I'm steady rollin' with my head ***** up 'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest The black 850 representin' my status Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still
VERSE: Divine Styler
VERSE: Cockni O'Dire
I said take me from your House of Pain See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane So put down your juice, pass your jinn Push up on a skin, I begin to win There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn Push up on a skin I begin to win There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been If I pass my jinn I begin to win
Baby, bounce to my rhythm, I be radiatin' static With toys in my attic, styles automatic I love 'em Asiatic, Japanese, and Puerto Rican Every time I start speakin', I wind up freakin' Some little fleusy n**** in my jacuzzi If ya think I'm not choosy than the joke's on you You want the 411, baby here's my style I like 'em young but I'm no freaky pedophile I'm known to set it wild, young girls get creamy Swing 'em through the mo and the Ev will get steamy You can't see me, I play the set low Scrapin' on the bottom, smokin' L's if I got 'em And I ain't too proud to beg for your leg Let me push up in the thighs, I'll fertilize your egg Let me make your nature rise along with your blood pressure Strip you down bare, lay your things on the dresser While the children of the lesser, go out and play the hard rock role Girl, I stay rock hard
CHORUS: So if I get mine, you'll get yours And we can take it to the wild side behind closed doors Rip off your stockings and drop your drawers We can take it to the wild side behind closed doors
VERSE: Divine Styler
CHORUS
VERSE: Cockni O'Dire
Ahhh, baby, can't you feel it, deep down inside ya I can't hide the fact I wanna ride your Body up and down and then back and forth Kind of like Aaliyah, girl, I wanna see ya Oohh, you look good, honey bun, I can't fake it And word is bond I just got to get you n**** And once you're n**** I'm a lick your skin Then touch you in spots that ain't nobody else been I'll kiss you down there when you're bare And I swear that I'll do it right I'll make it last all night But don't put up a fight 'Cause I ain't Macho Man Randy I'm not a savage, I just want some candy And it's, fine and dandy if you need some time But let me know whatcha think and, sugar, ease my mind Let me know where I stand, come take my hand Give me a hug, then lay me down on the rug
(Yes yes ya'll) (Cause I'm so fly) (Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye) I be breakin the laws, breakin the laws All you wannabe hard rocks just pause It's the MC host Space ghost from the coast With piggish white skin Kid, where you been I got a blue eye But my tight lenght devil I freak harmonies Like my brother is Nevel And I can rock Through your style Eatin cold hardy stew So whachya wanna do I'm comin real soon To a theatre near you So why dont you cratique me While I'm love on stage Cause I'm gonna break my Rusty cage, my rusty cage Watch the way I freak it When I bust my gage Cause all that loud gun talk Dont mean squat If my tool gets hot I'm a burst your knot And give it all I got Up in your wisdom slot And cold and rains couldnt stop her From callin me poppa Big daady draw dropper Mr.Heart breaker She leaves Mary Poppins And comes home Seka
Chorus
Yes yes ya'll Cause I'm so fly (so fly) Everlast be the apple of your Earth's eye Yes yes ya'll Cause we dont fake (dont fake) And he's down to come to feel your earthquake
Socalize a little somethin' And you sweatin my style Challenge my world You wanna shell my mix You wanna sit with my flesh And reconize the tesh Ya never seen this niggers best A marage, a nest I hit your head with styles that are liquid You drip this Sweat this Perspired is desired, this wetness You get from Divine style Spark this girl, chill I see you got the love, the lust So why dont you live my cosmos exodus To my precous I'm a undress my message Into my wisdom body To my wisdom method You need a star for your cresent I got a diablo brass For your atmosphere My (a) dope mathamatics Are soak like Insin-sincere Uh, baby For my apparatus I do justice to your physical Annoint your aider never spendin your nobler A hard slyle at stages While the guard be sparkin that indo seed The Earth pieces be increasin That need to be pleased I represent the illest villans And the worst of bad breeze Ah baby, If you wanna next my vision You better come with subject of vision I keep it real live Keep it real straight To the Earthly Feel this style Earthquake
Chorus (x 2)
My love's stronger than pride My loves thicker than blood My killer swarm's in effect Nobodys livin off hud If you miss with his gun I'll run a patriot gig I'll have you flippin your wing I'll put the clip in my sink And cock the hammer back Click Clack Put a hole in your back The size of a plum You can come git some But my attitude shitty Like G Gordon Litty Take pity on a child Thats been raised in the city
Chill- From East to West To maintain my rep So many times To assume my flow I go mono, stereo Or solo You never know Choose a flow And I'll throw the phattest atom I'm so hot, and so law And so far from the plan I reflectulate the ladies That be scannin My composition decirclar Hurtin the madd opposition
If I was to sit down and actually write out a list Of the mcs that missed it would be the constitution They play their caps backwards still saying wack words No power to (durhust) just a few yes men Raising the question of who gave you a contract They should be fired you're officially retired
I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour Back in 89 pe fought the power and in 86 big daddy kane was raw
And I was right there on the first floor of the palladium You never played a venue local college or a stadium A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession To earn this is a blessing This skills have me guessing learn cause I'm testing Follow this down no question
No doubt check it out You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is Built on lies don't apologize Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall And they'll all take a piece just like the berlin wall And place it on their mantle like a souvenir And what they call a knick-knack is really your career
Chorus
You ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow You ain't promise nothing but a pocket full of stress Still there be people that would die for less You ain't promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow If they don't like the demo make a new one tomorrow
When it's time to rise ill open the archives When you be in dreams you got 85s Chrome down with the leather package You got a home of your own Youre holding acres I got it made Season tickets to the knickers and the lakers Playing both coasts closed and european festivals Crowd scream decibels x2 In your ear you wanna make rapping your career
From arkansas to minnesota I sell out the quota I be the wet dream making cream for promoters We keep the shit right we don't be starting no fights And he wont hold out my dough cause I'm a put out his lights And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved We show love they show it back all problems solved You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump But I ain't quitting till I'm shitting on donald trump
So take heed to the verses and styles and versions When you socialize with other mcs And boast your rhymes to company enemies And in any cases that feel is what you want ? ? ? You want to make money money and take every honey Rap charges ain't funny but it boost your career Your penile style is now hanging from a tier Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on
Lord have mercy Lord have mercy I got demons running through my slate They like to creep when my thoughts get deep Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin If I was Rin Tin Tin I'd rip the skin off of Lassie The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Don't set it off kid and get me started Cause you're highly regarded when you're dearly departed But momma's still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble You can't fumble and if you gots to rumble Then word to Bryant Gumble I'm a live for today And God bless the man that steps in my way Cause if I said it somebody's getting wetted So just keep your cool and everything's copasetic Pull out your heater kid spit your razor And mine'll still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check I'm high tech skills are apparent You can play the child kid I'll play the parent Cause I'm a be responsible for your schooling But I won't change your diapers or do your car poolin
Chorus Get up I'll break ya down a little somethen' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Get up I'll break ya down a little somethin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin' Dead up too many crews be frontin' I'm fed up it's time to go head huntin'
Lord have some mercy on my soul
Now why everybody making shit that's unreal Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal Forgetting all about how it's supposed to feel Kids be going out for the record deal So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap Or I'm a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat But don't snap cause this ain't HBO Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know I don't need MTV to make no bucks I rock styles that make you say “Ah who dat waz??? Who that was is the man of all hours sending all star players straight back to the showers Fake hard rocks are really just cowards I master dub plates like my name's Herb Powers I getcha open like hunting season I make papers don't front on the reason Cause I'm seizing up every day You say carpe diem I call em like I see em
Here come the...here come the, Here come the PAIN (PAIN)...X4
Uplift your soul Get your house in order MC's be actin' like they walkin' on water I'll break ya down like a poem wrote in Hyku Who you gonna lie to Before I crucify you Hammer to the nails Commence the impailen' My acid flashbacks got everything trailin' I'm sailen blind on the open sea Like an overload of hatian refugees And I'm on my knees My face on the rug One more prostration for my salvation My jinns buggin up Got me fuckin' up The call of my flesh And my soul wont mesh
[Chorus] So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot So lick a shot when I heat up the spot I'm taking from the have's 'Cause to be the have nots Lick a shot when I heat up the spot Boy, where you gonna run when the gun get hot
Here come the...here come the...here come the PAIN...X4
I got the pressures of the world comin' down all around me I thought I was lost but thank god you found me I'm gettin' crazy ideas of suicide Lord I tried...Lord I tried To make the best of what I got I keep on takin' pot shots From the critics and the media That's what it be to ya But you can stick it where the sun don't shine 'Cause I'm goin for mine I rock it all the time
HERE COME THE PAIN
[CHORUS]
Well in the race for rats that be holdin' gats I'll run the hustle on the legend like Minnesota Fats Not Domino cause your wisdom found at thrill Drunk on strawberry hill the episode was re-runnin' Over and over, and three times a lady She said peep the scene at the end I ain't shady But, you and me be hush hush The word be mum If you keep the low pro I'll still give you some 'Cause I got a man and he pays my bills Keeps my wears real fly and hooks my hair and nails Baby don't sweat it...baby keep calm...baby don't worry I be Viet Cong I can live three days on a bowl of rice and a piece of fish I'll grant your every wish, so
I'm sick, demented I came unrepresented I rose from the grave I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'Cause the Glock they found Was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's No friend of mine So I don't like Marky Or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' Like Macaulay Culkin In Home Alone So Get A Grip Like Stephen Tyler I used to trip With the Divine Styler Back in the days There were Irish ways And Irish laws to stand up for the cause
chorus(4x) When it's time to rock a funky joint I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam I'm the man
Well it's the D to the A, double N Y BO Y 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest Quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'Cause I still got the skill To turn the party out It's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors So I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper So I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel I rock fly apparel Now I could pull you car Starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun So the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin' Funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher But it and Joe the writer The old rock a loop 'Cause I'm super like Schneider
chorus(4x)
I'm ill, retarded So don't ya get me started I might lose my cool Ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole In the sole of a monk With the rhymes in my head And the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid And I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head Or like Sadat X said He's gone And that's it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me
Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love
Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love Still gotta lotta love
Much love to my man Leone Keep rockin' them beats and gettin' parties on the floor Much love for my man Danny Boy Ever since you came in my life you helped bring me joy
Much love for my man Grand Mixer-Mugs For taking me off the street and mixin' with the thugs And much love love for my man B-Real I'm glad you got rid of that steel
And much love for my man Sen-Dog The crews rolling thicker than some London fog And much love for my man Steve Urkel I trust him wit' my life and with the loop from every show
And much love for my brody named Justin Cause if anyone steps up I know you gonna bust 'em And much love for my man Scott Ian For bein' a really down to earth human bein'
And much love to my man Guy-O Cause every day of the week he's got another fine ho And much love to my man Bronx Style You came to my party and son, you made it worthwhile
And much love to my man Son Doobie If I needed it again you'd sell the gun back to me And much love to my man Ralph Emms and the Tomahawk Funkster Funky like a dumpster
And much love to my man Kaves, ADMoney and the Edge With family like Sister Sledge And much love to my moms and my sister and my niece And everyone out there fighting the beast
And much love to the pioneers 'Cause I'm gettin' pain for rhymin' and drinkin' beers And much love to the ultra magnetic 'Cause everybody knows you never got enough credit
Still gotta lot of love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love
Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love
Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Still gotta lot of love
Uh shoot 'em all baby Just call it in one time for me real heavy Back in black Who's the mack Sittin' on the back Of a Cadillac It's the D motherfucker Better pass me the mic So I can rock on And drop the styles I write I like hip-hop Ya don't stop And all that I rock the freak styles And neat styles That are crazy phat, It's making me sick Punk get off my dick
chorus 'Cause I'm the same motherfucker That I ever was Same motherfucker But I can't pay attention 'Cause I'm on that dust
My head's not swell Kid I'm not gell Don't feed me soup Just give me the funky loop I'll rock it to the best of my ability Runnin' mad styles and showin' flexibility 'Cause I'm the man that's on point When I jam a funky joint I want some other over there Yo, I just don't care shit Pass the mic Then I'm gonna' tear shit Up like a peice of paper Your girl caught the vapor When I ran the caper I ain't rearranged So don't look strange I'm the same motherfucker Ain't a damn thing changed
chorus
'Cause I'm hard like stone Don't play me soft And I rock rhymes frequently I drop it off and I'm off in space I remember your face But don't remember your name 'Cause it's all the same As it ever was That's what it is money grip Don't trip Or I'm gonna' bust that lip
chorus
Bustin', flippin', skippin', Just like a stone on a river Ya know I'm gonna' give her Whole lotta' flavor Criminal behavior Used to be how I made it But that shit's over rated Now I rock rhymes over funky beats I fuck fine hookers between satin sheets They say money changes people But I won't 'cause I'm the same motherfucker that I ever was
chorus
And ya don't quit 'Cause I'm on that dust Soul Assasins are on that dust[ha ha...] My man J. Disco is on that dust Cypress Hill is on that dust FunkDoobiest is on that dust
CHORUS: Killa Rhyme Klik keeps the function live Heads treat my lovely on the 1, 2, 5 I might socialize if I dip and dive 'Cause it's the daily routine on which I thrive
I got platoons, I got regiments, I got battalions I got ponies, I got mares, and I got stallions I got planets, I got moons, and I got stars I got jewelry, I got loot, plus I got cars I got family, I got foes, I got an ally It's the E-man, you got priests and a rabbi I got knowledge, I got wisdom, I got overstandin' I got culture, freedom, you got a weakly meat You have bless, you have blood, you have a sacrafice You have guilt, you have shame, you got your soul on ice It's a control device, can't you see my earth is in orbit Lucy's holdin' product, that's why you can't afford it
