Lyrics:
[verse 1]
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin
Black don't crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback
Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s
Strong
away what? I think you better forget it
Pit-pat this Jack, get off of the crack black
It's the true fact, your record hit the pillow sack
And now
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
a beat on, ain't no limit to what I can do
See this Top Dawg in heat, but I'mma fuck the world
I'mma be on tunes 'til God re-furls
You sat me down, I'm
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
Who sing this?"
"Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I love it
It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit"
It was predicted by a medic
In Mercea? The coconut's tropical!
ARTHUR: What do you mean?
GUARD #1: Well, this is a temperate zone.
ARTHUR: The swallow may fly south with
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, niggas is paid, that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps
So satan called his
a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
The priest is like, "God's got him
He never did nuttin
double, I touch you
And leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick
Cause I be up in the mix of action
If I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
change it I don't owe any apologies
Yeah fuck what they thought
I rise they fall
Got all of these rules just to live by the law
This is my surefire I
on the wire and shit, that's all
Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber
"Check one two, one two" that's my favorite
Strobe lights is live, Pink
people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
[Operator]
Too Black Records
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long
we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow
fair but life's not
And I'd be lying if I said I didn't care what whites thought
Or black people said, shit
Maybe it's in my head
Like a single
team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
Cuz they got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
Life in Harlem World
ya'll
To all the players who made this possible
Thank you very much yeah, the check's in the mail
To Kelly Vargas for steppin' in there, makin' it
performance is enormous, the way that I stay up on 'em
I catch 'em and let 'em have it, what's up with my opponents?
I hold it down for the 2-1, I'll be
here) Bitch, what the fuck? (Wow)
Man, can you believe this bitch Floss? (Did you here what I said? I said come here)
She want a pimp to pay for some
dedication
Charged by the call and the cause of the nation
Countdown, minutes away from detonation
A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination
My
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