of the song of the day!
New York New York big city of dreamsAnd everything in New York ain't always what it seemsYou might get fooled if you come from out of townBut I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound
It's the incredible, the lyricalYou can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracleI'm driving mother****ers hysterical, with atouch of this twister, stylistic mixtureWhat I create pulsates, there is no escapeAnnihilate your mental mindstateDre labels my vocabulary abusiveI packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadlyInduce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shedAnd niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and nearPrepare, catch me chillin like the winterUp against the number one contender, as I enterCause I gets heated like frictionMother**** your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fictionTelepathic addiction, to this homicidal recitalDangerous and vital to all my rivalsSuicidal, brainwaves conveysTo the average mother****er's minds these daysI'm all ready to put work inTake ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkinGive a ****, what's your name, what you claimOr why you came, mother****er don't explainSimply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simplyLayin hoes lifes empty, the invicible MC
The Return
Too much, I serve too many people, too muchIt's too much, I serve too many peopleAnd when I finish servin ain't gon be no sequel
Gimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his kneesVerbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juicelessThe barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to meSo how the **** you inherit my style?Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't denyNot a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask whyTonight's the night for me to rip microphonesInto bits and pieces lyrical telekinesisGets me into verbally vindictiveViolent vocabulary bobs to existanceCatch me in the pitch black pathI sit and let the sick thought pass through my mentaltill I hear an instrumentalAnd detrimental verbals get to spittinThe highest in intellect, try connectin with the writtenNow they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosenTo explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the warDips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo'The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flowFo sho', I takes it to you from the do'Mother****er, mentally I go hardco' (you know!)I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocallybore your whole molecular, structureCatastrophic, mystic as MixelplixHittin MC's like picks the deadliest lyricist
We live... tonight I serve two thousand MC'sWe live... cause can't none **** with the DPG'z
We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MC'sWe live (baby) none can **** with the DPG'z
DPGC, ba-byABC the DPG'zBa-by...
Eryday, I bust rhymes and reciteIn ways that make MC's stop in daylightI'm the deadlies MC you wanna see on the streetsInvincibility is what makes me complete, competeNah you can't even fade meI ****, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...*bzzt to static*
Gimme a couple G's, for every MC, I knocked to his kneesVerbally useless, oh you got the juice? I squeeze you juicelessThe barbaric, versatile, you're no kin to meSo how the **** you inherit my style?Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't denyNot a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask whyTonight's the night for me to rip microphonesInto bits and pieces lyrical telekinesisGets me into verbally vindictiveViolent vocabulary bobs to existanceCatch me in the pitch black pathI sit and let the sick thought pass through my mentaltill I hear an instrumentalAnd detrimental verbals get to spittinThe highest in intellect, try connectin with the writtenNow they faced with the forbidden, vocally chosenTo explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the warDips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo'The cocoa complexion MC with the slow flowFo sho', I takes it to you from the do'Mother****er, mentally I go hardco' (you know!)I disconnect ya, Kurupter, MC to vocallybore your whole molecular, structureCatastrophic, mystic as MixelplixHittin MC's like picks the deadliest lyricist
We live... tonight I serve two thousand MC'sWe live... cause can't none **** with the DPG'z
We live (baby) because tonight I serve two thousand MC'sWe live (baby) none can **** with the DPG'z
DPGC, ba-byABC the DPG'zBa-by...
Eryday, I bust rhymes and reciteIn ways that make MC's stop in daylightI'm the deadlies MC you wanna see on the streetsInvincibility is what makes me complete, competeNah you can't even fade meI ****, you, your momma, your auntie, and your lady...*bzzt to static*
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Well there's women in the city that make me feel ****tyAnd there's some that make me pack a wadBut the ones that are fine, oh will never be mineThey won't even give me the time of day
I ain't got no money, I ain't got no homeI gotta find me a bim to live with tonight
Sport'n a woody, when you're walkin' bySport'n a woody, when you're titties flySport'n a woody, rippin' my flySport'n a woody, till the day I die yeah
Well my woody gets big when you're takin' a swigAnd your drink's makin' you loosen upStarts a-talkin' to me, well look down and you'll seeWhat the hell I been talkin' about
Don't know what I'm gonna do, can't stop lookin' at you'Cause you're sure lookin' nice to meWell I wish you were sedatedSo I could at least penetrate youFor an hour, maybe three yeahI can't go downtown much, all the working girl buttsYa know they really make my woody happyBut in the night clubs and suchAnd all the corner slutsMight just make my waistband go snappy!
Sport'n a woodySport'n a woodySport'n a woodySport'n a woody, for the rest of my life I'll be...
it's almost like my theme in life...
Well there's women in the city that make me feel ****tyAnd there's some that make me pack a wadBut the ones that are fine, oh will never be mineThey won't even give me the time of day
I ain't got no money, I ain't got no homeI gotta find me a bim to live with tonight
Sport'n a woody, when you're walkin' bySport'n a woody, when you're titties flySport'n a woody, rippin' my flySport'n a woody, till the day I die yeah
Well my woody gets big when you're takin' a swigAnd your drink's makin' you loosen upStarts a-talkin' to me, well look down and you'll seeWhat the hell I been talkin' about
Don't know what I'm gonna do, can't stop lookin' at you'Cause you're sure lookin' nice to meWell I wish you were sedatedSo I could at least penetrate youFor an hour, maybe three yeahI can't go downtown much, all the working girl buttsYa know they really make my woody happyBut in the night clubs and suchAnd all the corner slutsMight just make my waistband go snappy!
Sport'n a woodySport'n a woodySport'n a woodySport'n a woody, for the rest of my life I'll be...
it's almost like my theme in life...
[Nas talking]("**** Jay-Z")What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dogYou, what?("**** Jay-Z")You been on my d!ck nigga, you love my style, nigga("**** Jay-Z")
(I) **** with your soul like ether(Will) Teach you the king you know you(Not) "God's son" across the belly(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main eventY'all impatiently waitinIt's like an AIDS test, what's the results?Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and BigAin't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedyI embrace y'all with napalmBlows up, no guts, left chest, face goneHow could Nas be garbage?Semi-autos at your cartilegeBurner at the side of your dome, come outta my throneI got this, locked since '9-1I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influencedGave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the JudasWith Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his musicCheck it
(I) **** with your soul like ether(Will) Teach you the king you know you(Not) "God's son" across the belly(Lose) I prove you lost already
[talking]Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the ****in ring
(I) **** with your soul like ether(Will) Teach you the king you know you(Not) "God's son" across the belly(Lose) I prove you lost already
I've been ****ed over, left for dead, dissed and fogottenLuck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rottenY'all just piss on me, **** on me, spit on my grave (uh)Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my faceY'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakesWith your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleepThat this Gay-Z and ****afella Records wanted beefStarted ****in up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammoTo explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handleThis for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupidWhen KRS already made an album called BlueprintFirst, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than BigDick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
[talking](I...will...not...lose)"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost alreadyThe king is back, where my crown at?(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
(I) **** with your soul like ether(Will) Teach you the king you know you(Not) "God's son" across the belly(Lose) I prove you lost already
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like *****esWhat's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brotherYou traded your soul for richesMy child, I've watched you grow up to be famousAnd now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made itYou seem to be only concerned with dissin womenWere you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject meOr make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectlyIn '88 you was gettin chased through your buildinCallin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbersAll I did was gave you a style for you to run withSmilin in my face, glad to break bread with the godWearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no carsNo jail bars Jigga, no pies, no caseJust Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little ChaseYou a fan, a phony, a fake, a *****, a StanI still whip your ***, you thirty-six in a karate classYou Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledgeNah, I'm tryna' kick the **** you need to learn thoughThat ether, that **** that make your soul burn slowIs he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's PuffyRockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapterAnd that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellasAnd now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellasIn a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellasFoxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her pussWhat you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?Ne-gro pleaseYou no mustache havin, with whiskers like a ratCompared to Beans you wackAnd your man stabbed Un and made you take the blameYou ***, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to BigAnd, Eminem murdered you on your own ****You a d!ck-ridin f*****, you love the attentionQueens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell SimmonsHa, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quickJ.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quickYour whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quickShaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz d!ck little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quickHow much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?Wanted to be on every last one of my classicsYou pop ****, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
(I) **** with your soul like ether(Will) Teach you the king you know you(Not) "God's son" across the belly(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main eventY'all impatiently waitinIt's like an AIDS test, what's the results?Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and BigAin't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedyI embrace y'all with napalmBlows up, no guts, left chest, face goneHow could Nas be garbage?Semi-autos at your cartilegeBurner at the side of your dome, come outta my throneI got this, locked since '9-1I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influencedGave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the JudasWith Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his musicCheck it
(I) **** with your soul like ether(Will) Teach you the king you know you(Not) "God's son" across the belly(Lose) I prove you lost already
[talking]Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the ****in ring
(I) **** with your soul like ether(Will) Teach you the king you know you(Not) "God's son" across the belly(Lose) I prove you lost already
I've been ****ed over, left for dead, dissed and fogottenLuck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rottenY'all just piss on me, **** on me, spit on my grave (uh)Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my faceY'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakesWith your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleepThat this Gay-Z and ****afella Records wanted beefStarted ****in up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammoTo explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handleThis for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupidWhen KRS already made an album called BlueprintFirst, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than BigDick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
[talking](I...will...not...lose)"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost alreadyThe king is back, where my crown at?(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
(I) **** with your soul like ether(Will) Teach you the king you know you(Not) "God's son" across the belly(Lose) I prove you lost already
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like *****esWhat's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brotherYou traded your soul for richesMy child, I've watched you grow up to be famousAnd now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made itYou seem to be only concerned with dissin womenWere you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject meOr make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectlyIn '88 you was gettin chased through your buildinCallin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbersAll I did was gave you a style for you to run withSmilin in my face, glad to break bread with the godWearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no carsNo jail bars Jigga, no pies, no caseJust Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little ChaseYou a fan, a phony, a fake, a *****, a StanI still whip your ***, you thirty-six in a karate classYou Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledgeNah, I'm tryna' kick the **** you need to learn thoughThat ether, that **** that make your soul burn slowIs he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's PuffyRockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapterAnd that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellasAnd now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellasIn a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellasFoxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her pussWhat you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?Ne-gro pleaseYou no mustache havin, with whiskers like a ratCompared to Beans you wackAnd your man stabbed Un and made you take the blameYou ***, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to BigAnd, Eminem murdered you on your own ****You a d!ck-ridin f*****, you love the attentionQueens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell SimmonsHa, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quickJ.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quickYour whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quickShaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz d!ck little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quickHow much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?Wanted to be on every last one of my classicsYou pop ****, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss