(Let`s go)
[ J-Zone ]
Here comes the Zone up the ave rollin in his pimp Caddy
(Look at him)
Backpackers wave while I bump that Trick Daddy
Prank-callin Funkmaster Flex to get a playback
Fuck CD`s, next year I`m doin 8-tracks
Video on Betamax with SMPTE on the screen
Even Hype Williams can`t pimp me off the scene
Rap is a slave trade, so I got the Old Maid
The only label with the phone and fax on the same line
I ain`t no CEO, just a gift for rap
My cheapskate behavior keeps me rich from rap
Cause when I`m trickin at the bar I came in with a furnace
Called you long distance, I was bonin cell service
Chicks hella nervous when I take em to eat
Cause I`m out the door when they bring the receipt
You date me, you wish dishes for a week
(I ain`t bullshittin)
Even when I beat-make the Zone`s bein cheapskate
Hittin up the dollar bill, it`s all about the Washingtons
You`re runnin up to freestyle? My phone bill is overdue
So I got a fee style while you smoke a bone or two
She don`t like me, I`m here to stay like stretch marks
Horny, blow me in the key of f sharp
She`s mad at the Zone because he`s on that shit
But she`s (totally, completely on his dick)
Hell yeah, baby
Zone Mission Part V
I return
You know how we do
We don`t do no hooks
Yo, what I think of that kid`s record?
Yo, I thought that shit was (bullshit)
You know what I`m sayin?
I`m bein straight up honest, I ain`t lyin
I ain`t got no time to play with y`all
But I gotta get somethin off my chest right now
(I want you to pay very carefull attention to what I`m gonna say)
[ J-Zone ]
Internet rappers - blow me
Askin for a beat tape, cough it up, you don`t know me
You went platinum in a chatroom, write, click and send
I hope your harddrive crashes if this shit don`t offend
(But I been rappin since `81) Nobody cares
Talkin `bout belt buckles nobody wears
Try to save hip-hop, what are you insane?
I just play my part cause ain`t a damn thing changed
Still my herbs get the dime pieces, cool cats beat it
Zone`s still zonin while these fools get weeded
Still cradle-robbin, still lookin for your daughter
Step to chicks and lose quarters cause my game is out of order
I be like (Yo baby, yo baby) - still 10 years behind
So I still do the Running Man to keep up with the times
Still playin Duck Hunt, ( ? ) with the temptation
To spray my ex with water gats filled up with bleach (ho)
Still can`t poplock, still can`t graffiti write
Like five-o still ain`t shit ( ? )
I still hate choruses, I sleep through hooks
Still scopin Lucy Liu workin off the books
Still doin shows but wind up gettin kicked out
Feminists are mad cause I called this dumb bitch out
Still hate rubbers cause I bone and feel nothin
2000 something suckers still frontin (frontin) (frontin)
(Keep on talking
Cause you`re the only man around here who`s saying anything)
(...I`d rather not vote at all than vote for this crook)
(Hey you know I am voting for that jive-ass nigga)
(You damn right) (damn right) (damn right)
Yeah
I got a little message for all them cats out there makin 90000 dollars a year
still wanna download my shit off the net instead of buyin the CD
you cheap bastards
(Fuck y`all)
Yeah
To all the people that come to my shows who wanna turn the sound off
cause they got mad about a little joke
(Fuck y`all)
And everybody else out there that`s a waste of sperm
your father shoulda pulled out early
(Fuck y`all)
(I hope you die and go to hell, you lousy son of a bitch)
