Organ Prelude Dub
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Who you think I am, but who you want me to be
When I rock, jock niggas is shell shocked
Don't watch the birdy, watch the clock, go tick tock
I rip shop, I make your girl's bottom lip drop
Your word to the truckers at the pit stop
I'm hip hop, I hold heat
Never forget what niggas told me
They showed me, other emcees tryin to fold me
They owe me, yo plus them niggas mad slow, G
I got my get you now song comin with my homie
Here's the plan, stick 'em up, I enter
Through the window, stoop down, so we can't see our crescendo
Pass the indo, yo he used to be our friend though
Yeah, but that's the reason I don't really like to lend dough
From the corner, cylindrical triangle hat says dunce
Lyrics precise like forensical science, leave you entangled for months
Tryin to figure who done it, you fronted, got your shit stunted
Didn't have to be that way, some sort
Of light comin in, they shunned it
For the wickedness of those who despise life and worship death
Be a savage, match it eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath for breath
In the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic
Write journals like a evil prophet, study math like a Aztec
Loved, not for who you think I am
But who you want me to be, a true thuggin emcee
True thugs, with no strings attached
Who wanna give you my slugs, and don't wanna take 'em
Box braids with my box cutter in my boxers
Shots spray, holdin cops hostage with rashes
Rockaway Boulevard got love obnoxious
Got five cops today, my Rockaway niggas that rock braids
Got paid, hey Rock, you know how I rock
Meet me at the Lobster's, I suggest I should dress proper
Cop the buds, I cop the Dutch
I got a lot of love, with no strings attached
Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty
Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many
Spark up and tap to keep countin
I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubtin
Rock and roll, lock and load
Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop 'em cold
In the tracks and take all the chipseses
All the tats, all the bullshit mixeses
Give 'em credit, not debt it
We just flip the calisthenic toss to Andy Pettitte, who said it?
We grand slammin and never bystandin
And pussy emcees we abandon
Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit with jet lag
Where brothers specialize in ways, how else not to get bagged
Egads, I bring confusion like roll call to emcees
So-called hoes be like, "Yup, I told y'all"
So socialize, my bio show I dip dip dive
Memorize like Iomega zip drive
Go to the bar to drink to get sober
A king gee-dra, eat the head of a king cobra like King Cobra
Kong in the cut like cold meat, I hold heat so sweet
Roll deep but no beef, those that nose deep
Close sheep, foes chose to speak weak
We showed a reload to respect, but feed the teeth
Keep Kongrete, parallel to body
'Til the next male shotties and hotties still waitin to exhale
Smell the blood bath with slugs caught
Slugs pass and plus what, bugged laughin, bugged thoughts
Caught some eyes, make the case last
Stack a lotta vodka, drinkin Vodka, hit notes
Like Sinatra at a opera, drop a flocka over red
And rock and get you, got two shots and two L's
Without the bopper, for the average knocker
Hit the liquor quicker than a quicker picker
Up a girl and stick her, I leave more nuts than a Snicker
Kick her, to the curb, park her Benz, stomp a chick
For now, call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click
Loved, not for who you think I am
But who you want me to be, a true thuggin emcee
True thugs, with no strings attached
Who wanna give you my slugs, and don't wanna take 'em back