Lyrics:
Lemme teach you how to cook
Lemme teach you by the book
I’m the chef
I’m the clown
I’ll be here to help you out
Even when I’m out of clout
They all know
plays fuck me
Kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
Qb/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot
You don't wanna get next to
Like 50's
Swishahouse
Got some doubts
I'll kick 'em out
Quiet as a mouse
Time to show you what my clique about
Never been one to stick around
Misthios moving constantly
I miss the way she wined for me
Sexy gal held it down for me
Use to kick it on the late night
on the eastside /shawty vibed with me
Tell me have you
clothes
That you endorse in every rhyme like it's Garbeson robes
Did ya say that?
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold out on my advance
as a body count?
You don't bang heavy metal
Last time you seen a Body Count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster you
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
shout to the Gorillaz, ya heard, uh!
Shout out to The Desk, all the radio personalities, you know I'm sayin' where I'm from (Scars)
Chi-town (ya
to the ones who lack respect
The rest, just get your ticket pronto and jet, but please
You gotta do what ya feel
Do what ya feel
If it's real
Check out
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
ripping the foes
So by the end of the flow you must know I
Punchline Punchline Punchline Kick Kick
The perfect combo
Punchline punchline punchline kick kick
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
less than
I'm my biggest critic my thoughts are lethal weapons
Why you think the last album was a therapy session
Healing from the trauma every scar
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
It's Russ the Rush on Fridays
Giving you ballistics on WRMS
Yo, I got a song cause hydraulics
You want the whole take? I said hold there, ha, ha,
upon your face
You're startin' out strong
You get a kick out of life
You like to sing songs
Be in the spotlight
And when everybody's watchin' you
You
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
millimetre and a murderer
Cause I'm so presidential and these
Yutes ain't respecting the president
But when the war kicks off
You start phoning and texting
kick it?
Yes you can
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Rocafella forever Hov for life
Debuts a classical first album four mics
Shoulda gotta five but niggas
It's Russ the Rush on Fridays
Giving you ballistics on WRMS
Yo, I got a song cause hydraulics
You want the whole take? I said hold there, ha, ha,
Wake up today
Bring home the pay
Nothing comes for free
Live to survive
won't get you by
But I getta kick out of feeling
I'm the only man alive
Who gets
threat so I approached him,
With due care..
"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by
In the beginning was The Word and The Word was with God
Then He came to me and said ni--a get on your job
You gots to write your way out (no
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