(*the hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*ha ha, ha ha, now whos rhymin? *) hardcore!!!
(*the hardcore rap act is back!*)
(*no i, no I aint smilin*)
Verse 1: dray
Yo, yo
I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up
Smackin up the wack and solid scheme they hook the track up
So back up or swing or youll get stung by my stinger
Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit
Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit
So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in
Cos in a second ima pull a fuckin tek-in
Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick
Yall niggas think youre slick but yall can suck my fuckin dick
Yall see me gettin busy wit my man and my dj
Strictly kickin facts and then we max like tj
Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they dont be flakin
And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin
Or broken, no jokin, I shoot them *? in them rise? *
Fuckin with das you wind up in hos-
-pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it
If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it
Cos yo...
Hook (x2)
Verse 2: skoob, dray
Now to my style there is no equal, boy Im lethal like some tumours
My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas
Wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna
I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner
So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the government
But I be snappin on mcs like your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty
And a burner and I keeps the 2 ready
To hit you in your chest like steve young do jerry
Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical
Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables
And son is rugged, youre gonna love it in an instant
See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes winstons
Well its the d-a-s, I cant forget the e-a
F-a to the x so when I flex yknow I bein
A fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy
Kids is mad at me cos they aint as fuck as bad as me
I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them
I couldnt care less for them, Im too fresh for them
I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it
Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record
Im too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that
Dont try to trap my rap cos yo Im too quick for that
I got the recipe and yes its me with my crewin
So if you didnt know, well nigga this is how we do it
Uhh
Hook (x2)
Verse 3: skoob
Abara-cadabara, return of the punk mc batterer
Im mad at the system like them niggas up in attica
From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat
Cos theres more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat
Yo its the rootin-tootin-nig-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest
Flow, son youll get no wins cos I been
Lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style
Ever since the days of the clarks and the argyles
Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha
When I blow up the spot wit more watts than rolanda
And when I come thru Im hittin you up with the 1-2
Teks, flex raps like bruce lee flex the kung-fu
Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
That fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight
Use to fuck with shortys wit the jelly playin celly
Now my name is on your flyers and my tyres aint pirrelli
Wit the chrome dip, so dont flip cos shits gon get heated up
Im weeded up, yo dice I need a cut
Bring it!
Hook (x2)
Hardcore!!!
*repeat*