Now let's get right on down to the skit A baby is brought into a world of pits And if it could've talked that soon In the delivery room It would've asked the nurse for a hit The reason for this? The mother is a jerk Excuse me, Junkie Which brought the work of the old Into a new light What a way But this what a way Has been a way of today Anyway Push couldn't shove me to understand a path to a basehead Consumer should erase it in the first wave But second wave forms believers And believers will walk to it then even talk to it and say... (You got the body now you want my soul) Nah, can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say Mase...
SAY NO GO
Nah, no my brother No my sister Try to get hip to this Word, word to the mother I'll tell the truth so bear my witness Fly like birds of a feather Drugs are like Pleather You don't wanna wear it No need to ask that question, just don't mention You know what the answer is
Now I never fancied Nancy But the statement she made held a plate of weight I even stressed it to Wade
Did he take any heed?
Nah, the boy was hooked, you could've phrased the word "Base" And the kid just shook In his fashion class once an A now an F The rock rules him now The only designs left Were once clothes made for Oshkosh Has converted to nothing but stonewash
Now hopping in a barrel is a barrel of fun But don't hop in if you want to be down, son Cause that could mean down and out as an action What does it lead to? Dum-da-dum-dum People say what have I done for all my years My tears show my hard-earned work I heard shoving is worse than pushing But I'd rather know a shover than a pusher Cause a pusher's a jerk
SAY NO GO
Believe it or not the plot forms a fee more that charity But the course doesn't coincide with the ride of insanity Is it a chant that slants the soul to fill for it? I know it's the border that flaunts the order to kill for it
Standing, scheming on a young one Taking his time, eight-ball for a cool pool player Racked it all, tried to break, miscued Got beat by the boy in blue Next day you're out by the spot once more Looking hard for a crack in the hole I ask what's the fix for the ill stuff Word to the Dero The answer should have been no
Run me a score from the Funky Four Plus One More (It's the joint!) Rewind that back This is the age for a new stage of fiend Watch how the zombies scream It's the crack Plain is plain it should explain it from the start Behind the ideals of cranking up the heart Now the base claim's shot over every part