I feel like
David must've felt, standing before
Goliath
But it's 2001
Check it out
I pulled a pistol out my pocket
and I cocked it
Backing, aimed it at your eye sockets
Y 'all could watch us rock it
Ain't no use in trying to block it
You ain't gonna stop it
I held it till it got too hot
and had to drop it
Gave y a chance to enhance the game
Left you five years ago and y
'all still sound the same
Sick of hearing y 'all complain
how your money ain't right
How you can't find a decent deal
but how you title a mic?
Gospel rap don't give you fame
You ain't gon' get rich,
tried the world and couldn't hang
You figured you switched, but
God ain't gon' bless that
Hear what I'm sayin',
you shoulda learned from the
Earthworm
You thought I was playin' while y
'all was hip -hoppin'
We was diggin' the crates,
perfectin' the auto -rap
I'm drunk, perfected the price
Life's a game of give and take,
and could you choose to be right?
God gave y a chance
and told us to take it back
Ay, you start loakin' up when
the mic open up
Soakin' up rays of
L .A. summer days, the mic master
Party crashin' in your sector,
check the level quick
Turn the bass down, I got resonance
I'm in your residence, so call me the ruler, man,
I got all the right measurements to school ya
Type to see right through ya
Tell me, do you even know yourself?
It's so probably not,
where's these folks I can tell?
Ones who steal and kill
from those who will prevail
With abilities to hit the hammer on a nail
And still hopefully not get derailed without a
face or spine to waste all time
Don't spell the name,
it's all the same
The rats have been gone,
still on top of the game
Still out there at the party,
watchin' the people move they body
We reminiscing on things that lied and died
Y 'all do the talking, we'll do the walking
As you lay in the bubble of the hall
Cause we dropping now,
there ain't no stopping
We moving, clubbing and cruising
The
D .R .s are the crew that people choosing
Yo, they never listen and never learn
We bring the rain but they
prefer to get burned
So let's raise the heat,
set a place for concrete
Keep something banging
in their head
Just trying to stay on their feet
Till the night turns to day or
music won't play or
Voice gives away cause you
know rocks will never fade
We came from the past, new breed
Made to last, so y 'all better
learn and y better learn fast
Pin y 'all up against the wall,
man, don't move
You grew us pancake and then came
Rock instrumentals the way we do,
so stop the music
Speak like dang right, we paid our dues
In abundance, we lowin' the wage
God gave us this whole game back
Never brunch, I'm a rat so
Watch for many things to change
Class is in session and we soon to call our
Man, whether I'm blowin' up stages,
rockin' on curves
Bumpin' in your stereo till
neighbors are disturbed
I'ma be fair,
guilty of spreadin' the word
Your wish to uncut, uncensored,
unadulterated
Product of the power of gospel,
it's curse -created
And though some will hate
it, hate is too overrated
They hated
Jesus even though he was true
They hate his curfews,
freedom under the youth
In fact, they hate the rats cause
he tightened the noose
And left the whack crews hanging
while they beat his shoes
He ours, we all, those who set the bar
Hire, retire if you're not up to par
We've come much too far
to change who we are
We all shake shit to face
if we still can't make it
He ours, we all, those who set the bar
I'll retire if you're not up to par
We've come much too far to
change who we are
We're y 'all's shapeshifting face,
but we still can't fake it
It is madness
When I see the punks be killing
what we worked so very hard for
Got your world spun off its axis,
but we've taken too long
Now I can't ignore all the job
that you spoke
You're hanging by your own rope
Knotted by the twisted ties of lies
you wish and you hope
We wouldn't come back this hard,
believe it's hard to come back
If not us, then who are we
to prove you were tagged?
Look, I split the sky and
descend with my slang
Spread life on barren page cause
it's blatantly apparent
In the midst of industry we're
most concerned with looks
We send it laced with message
invested in rap books
I never phased since I left 11th grade
My plans and paths been laid
and my bed's been made
Stayed with it,
though sometimes a question exits lips
But it's not loud enough to make
the record skips or trip
Don't name, it's all the same
The raps have been gone,
still on top of the game
Still at the after party,
watching the people move their body
Reminiscing on days of la -di -da -di
Y 'all do the talking, we'll do the walking
As you lay in the bubble of
the balls that we droppin'
Now there ain't no stoppin'
We movin', clubbin' and cruisin'