Call the National Guard

Call the national guard Uppity uppity uppity uppity uppity uppity uppity Upchuckin' it up Spit a sick lateral pattern, and cover 'em up 'Cause my saliva venom off mandible, sticky to touch Secretion burnin' little kid spangers like with no crutch My defense similar to Mutumbo, I'm batting yo' stuff Also mass for retrieve barkin', I'm sandpaper rough Slappin', attackin', subtractin' rappers, backin' 'em up This hip-hop here, four hundred rappers explainin' yo' fear My science redefining my art, throw combos at nature Combinations bigger with handles like Anthony Mason My hot style, Bianca and lighter, you want information Runnin' track, losin' the quarter, it brought me frustration But on these tracks, rappin' 'em faster than NASCAR be racin' Partners pit, stoppin' and droppin', they wrinkled like raisins Sassy secret styles that I'm stashin' on radio stations Givin' birth to masses of rappers to work at plantations My sickness Alzheimer's for rhymers, forgot what I'm sayin' My repertoire, ready and willing to wreck reputations Man I'm comin' at 'em, deadly at 'em Kick in the do', swingin' the fo'-oh All you heard was Motion don't drink it no, mo' Still be totin' Old Gold, might pour it on cereal Sewin' lyrics together like ink is material You walkin' to fail, watch the landmine I land my mind, all over the place kid, I'm past yo' time Yo, right on yo' forehead kid I write my rhyme, backwards Yo, so you can look in the mirror recite it, forwards Yo, the lawnmower that clear cut it Yo, blade is spinnin' in yo' ear hear it Yo, oscillating, clackty clackty clackty clackty clackty Cuttin' 'em up, like Kenny Garden projects in school And I'm postin' 'em up No apple bring your teacher a 40 before you get flunked Similarities to Chocolate Thunder, gorilla with dunks That's Darrell Dawkins for you wannabe who fans of the month You runnin' bull, chase you and catch you and lasso you up My assault blew up in your face before you can duck I'm known for minutes of lyrics, lynch like Lennox to back you up Travel like hit men from mafia to sack you up Post up like street corner salesmen disperse you up And burn your life right, in the bond and then smoke you up Back in my next life as forty to keep you drunk A message to the senator The illogicals are scared of Motion Call the national guard The illogicals are scared of Motion Emcees want to battle, even they know they will die The illogicals are scared of Motion Emcees want to battle, even they know they will die The illogicals are scared of Motion Emcees want to battle, even they know they will die