[Saukrates]
Record mode
Action!!
We taping?
Are we roling?
Yes sir
God damn
Who`s the hip hop...
Who`s the hip hop
That`s action
Give it to me
I`m the hip hop drug, you want a hit give me a minute
I`m leaving your brain tinted, with scores of metaphor
Lyrical glim-fitted, bringing you sweet misery
Like sugarcane mixed with history
Kissing the sun could never blister me
Jesus, I said Jesus, will you relieve us?
A critic commentators who never believe us
Achieve trust, never gamble on expectation
Unless you in the future, got some kind of blood relation, ya dig
Potent rhyme moonshine, yo take a swig
Got a vegetarian dreaming of microwaving pig
Secular soul, the regular man`s in a hurry
While I`m chilling in the studio eating iguan and curry
You`re a pussy ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
I said you`re puss ass motherfucker (hell ya!)
I get your flask, flipping my words backwards
Attach judge, either leaving the jury with the lackluster, impression
When I`m on trial for obsession
With the death of them MC`s progression, learn your lesson
And search for the antibotic, I hook on cigarettes and coffee
Like you should get hooked on phonics
Before the thought of approach crosses your mind
I find your method of wackness, sending constant reminder
Your style`s bullshit, your style`s bullshit!
Want a key to be an MC, here`s the full kit
CHORUS [Saukrates]
Now that`s action (action! what) X4
[Saukrates]
Now that`s act... this gonna take a minute, relax son
Play the government up in your ass to tax one
Unlawful MC, reach unlawful degree
Saukrates tear up, enemy by enemy gees
Something like a phenomenom, ghetto serial trauma don
Pain of acid rain, target the skin
I drop the bomb, fuck it
I`mma keep my jones irregular
So don`t act surprised of Saukrates is checking ya
And even with your dogs protecting ya
Disgrace printed on your face
You had `em saying `dogs forgetting ya`
(Blah, blah, blah)
Representation`s bizarre, my mind to my mouth
Shiny G watch(?) to a guitar
Never ghetto superstar, rather ghetto entrepeneurly czar
I`m twelve under, you`re checking in at twelve over par
Toke a cigar and start travelling
I know it`s potent son, I see your dreads unravelling
I have battled men who sculptured knowledge and culture
But poisonous dialects exposing cadavers to vultures
Excue me for being blunt while you get blunted
But in the words of Biggie `hunt me or be hunted`
CHORUS
Can`t fuck with this
