[Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Yeah.. It`s S-Double baby, yaknah`mean uh
Can no motherfuckin lil` executive sittin behind a desk
Tell me whaat`s goin on in the streets, knahmean
I`m in the streets everyday uh, yaknow
I`m in the party spazzin out
Doin drinks, throwin blows.. what!
[Verse 1]
Hate so thick when they know that you so sick
Sick hustle so swift, that I seen the track jip ships
Pitch-black bitch from fools that pop shit
Lock shit, like clamps and shackles on hostage
Blown ya mind with a poisonous verse, disperse ya team
Let`s battle for ya change, whips, cash, and cream
What? Sinister Sounds C.E.O., see me flow
Break niggaz apart like C3P-O
Y`all herbs ain`t lethal, y`all niggaz is small people
I crush you with a two ton verse, unrehearsed
They question the validity cuz they see me with us three
Trust me, it`ll take a lot for you to crush me
Your wife is a hussie, your crew; they hush-puppies
Try to bite like sharks, but get ate like guppies
Try to play me, look at the fuckin monster y`all made
FUCK Rawkus! I`m sharper than any razor blade
On this one here, I`ma go straight for the jugular
Brain and Jared, straight up be fuckin each other (faggots)
In the ass, straight gas without the Texaco
I`m next to blow, like Molokov`s in ya car window
And your artists could say they names thirty times in a song
Niggaz ain`t gon` remember once Sahdeeq get on
And after this y`all could all go and make a diss song
Or put a stamp on a bomb and mail it to ya moms
[Hook w/ talking in background] 2x
Cuz straight like that
I`ma tell the world you wack
Straight like that
Won`t you take that knife out my back
Straight like that
I`ma smack you with the back of the gat
Straight like that
You blast at me, I`ll blast back
[Verse 2]
I got the fever baby... I`m hot and I`m sweaty
I bring the drama to you fake-ass bookstore revolutionaries
And all y`all niggaz think y`all know my steez, please
I moved everything, from coke to trees
And every pull that I moved, I always was that new nigga
I`m used to the hate, so watch how I do niggaz
Duke you straight crab-cake, I`ll put you on
Gave ya first check, and your first artist the pen
And you overpaid street-team niggaz, shut ya trap
When ya label done, you`ll be back to flips it in Craps
They got all y`all under pressure, but not me though
I gots no company whip, or Company Flow
And Black Shawn you can go `head and smoke some more dust
Sinister Sounds, ain`t none of y`all niggaz fuckin with us
And Pharoahe you my nigga, but ya manager a bitch
A mega, traitor -- push you down the escalator
This for Arnold, Jason, and Dilo
All you die-hard Rawkus fans just don`t know
The label is obsolete, I bomb ya fleet
Move discrete, served the charge for a couple of weeks
Didn`t let my shit bump, Y`ALL NIGGAZ IS CHUMPS!
So like camel backs, I`m leavin ya dome with two lumps
You get rained on, better yet, get pissed on
This nigga is PISSED OFF, you boys rippin me off
[Hook] 2x
[Sahdeeq talking]
Y`all lil` faggots up here, can`t stop nothin, knah`mean
Word up, Never Say Never, yaknah`mean
Shabaam Sahdeeq word up.. Sinister Sounds
Raptivism, the next fuckin chapter, ya`know...
Word up, straight like that
BK - NJ shit yaknah`mean
Run up in ya motherfuckin Christmas party and spray shit
Fuckin homos, word up..
Fuck Rawkus, eat a dick..
