Are you ready for a brother with a mouth full of hand grenades?
Watch a brothers tongue serenade
with the grace of a razor blade over b***er in the middle of a heat wave.
Peep ways, got a baby in every part of the city because I'm street made.
Did you really want to clash with me? Cause I'll paint a picture sad to see,
like a brother from a rope in an apple tree.
Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve
filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?
Watch you trippin' on some of that s*** that be killing off the ozone
mention my clique now she don't want to put her clothes on.
You better recognize who to idolize over tracks
or catch a match to the batch of the kerosene for the pay back
cause the S.W. never play that,
I eliminate them till the moon fade black.
Never sentimental on an instrumental
when its complemental to the mental psycho,
alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle
from the max. to the minimal...
pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, YEAH
Terminal condition when the mic is in position,
to slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up.
Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
propelling through my nemesis
multiple combination in 3D images split a wig when a fool trip.
Never mind what your sipping on,
what you trippin on?
Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham
or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone? Monologue get mind blown,
keep you ducking in the bushes when the infrared roam.
Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy
properly rock the philosophy made for the rap game.
I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game,
drop flows and got chose for the rap game.
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive ..??
REPEAT CHORUS
Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry,
What you trippin on?
WAS IT THE NIGHT WE DRAGGED YOUR HOMMIE THROUGH THE NIGHT CLUB MADE HIM FOLD UP WHEN HE LOC'D UP.
DROPPIN HEAT SEEKERS TO HIS DOME LIKE A HOT COMB TO HIS DOME WHEN HE SPOKE UP.
ALL ADVERSARIES LOOK AWAY WHEN THE A TO THE K-O-M-A-C-K.
GET TO RIPPIN THROUGH THE CABLE WITH THE WRATH OF A BULLET BET YOUR CORNER CATCH A RICOCHET.
PROPELLING PARALLEL WITH THE LIGHT SPEED LAID BACK,
LIKE A KNOCK KNEED EYE TO EYE WITH THE ENEMY,
WHILE THE TELEPATHY PROCEED TO ACHIEVE
BLOWING ENEMIES TO A REALM IN A CALM BREEZE
I SHALL..... rip it till my lungs cease
PROCEED.... spittin game in the city streets
AND CONTINUE.... rippin heads off of robeast
Sincerely yours black mack with the khakis creased
REPEAT CHORUS
Watch a brothers tongue serenade
with the grace of a razor blade over b***er in the middle of a heat wave.
Peep ways, got a baby in every part of the city because I'm street made.
Did you really want to clash with me? Cause I'll paint a picture sad to see,
like a brother from a rope in an apple tree.
Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve
filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?
Watch you trippin' on some of that s*** that be killing off the ozone
mention my clique now she don't want to put her clothes on.
You better recognize who to idolize over tracks
or catch a match to the batch of the kerosene for the pay back
cause the S.W. never play that,
I eliminate them till the moon fade black.
Never sentimental on an instrumental
when its complemental to the mental psycho,
alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle
from the max. to the minimal...
pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, whatcha trippin on? pump pump pump pump, YEAH
Terminal condition when the mic is in position,
to slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up.
Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
propelling through my nemesis
multiple combination in 3D images split a wig when a fool trip.
Never mind what your sipping on,
what you trippin on?
Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham
or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone? Monologue get mind blown,
keep you ducking in the bushes when the infrared roam.
Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy
properly rock the philosophy made for the rap game.
I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game,
drop flows and got chose for the rap game.
I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive ..??
REPEAT CHORUS
Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry,
What you trippin on?
WAS IT THE NIGHT WE DRAGGED YOUR HOMMIE THROUGH THE NIGHT CLUB MADE HIM FOLD UP WHEN HE LOC'D UP.
DROPPIN HEAT SEEKERS TO HIS DOME LIKE A HOT COMB TO HIS DOME WHEN HE SPOKE UP.
ALL ADVERSARIES LOOK AWAY WHEN THE A TO THE K-O-M-A-C-K.
GET TO RIPPIN THROUGH THE CABLE WITH THE WRATH OF A BULLET BET YOUR CORNER CATCH A RICOCHET.
PROPELLING PARALLEL WITH THE LIGHT SPEED LAID BACK,
LIKE A KNOCK KNEED EYE TO EYE WITH THE ENEMY,
WHILE THE TELEPATHY PROCEED TO ACHIEVE
BLOWING ENEMIES TO A REALM IN A CALM BREEZE
I SHALL..... rip it till my lungs cease
PROCEED.... spittin game in the city streets
AND CONTINUE.... rippin heads off of robeast
Sincerely yours black mack with the khakis creased
REPEAT CHORUS